"Your cats eat expensive food." Oz is reviewing a receipt.
"I tried to switch them back to cheap food, and they liked it, but they barfed a lot and it was gross."
"Princess cats."
"Totally. I almost wish I hadn't taken them down the expensive food route in the first place, but that cheap canned food smells so nasty, and anyway… They love that gravy kind. I got the fish kind and it's too bad they won't dance for you. You should see. The first time I cracked open a can of that, they did this." I put my left hand on one hip, raise my right hand palm out to my ear, then take little steps and sway my hips from side to side. "What's this dance called? It begins with an M."
"Uh, mambo?"
"No." I keep dancing.
"Merengue?"
"Yeah! That's it."
146 words | April 16, 2005 11:09 PM | Felis Major