Thursday, August 17, 2006
Me: Toilet paper all over the floor? Or is it Art?
Shadow: Like I care. I had my two minutes of fun and by the time you got home any diciplinary action on your part would make no sense to me because my brain...is the size of a walnut.
Me: (sigh) Boys!
Shadow: I may be vicious, hyper and a poor listener, but if I had an opposable thumb, I'd probably do a better job of keeping the kitchen clean!
Me: Okay, so my housekeeping skills aren't up to your standards. That has no bearing on whether or not the vet has his way with you next week. I will prevail.
Shadow: Fine. Its not like those other two wanted to get it on anyway. Besides, I can still climb the screen door, eat off your plate and beat you up whenever I want...
Me: Provided I keep the bedroom door open and don't lock you in the bathroom when you are naughty.
Shadow: You and your bathroom threats. The bathroom doesn't scare me! Remember?
Me: you do realize that those flowers are fake?
Shadow: Now see, I thought you'd be more worried about the gravity vs. breakable stuff situation. Your concern is touching though.
Me: Vet. Neutering.