When Little White Bastard was complaining to me about how Maverick (badmikeyt's beagle) invaded his room today and drank all his water after trying to eat the poop out of his litter box.meow
"so what did you say?"mraw
"really? so what did he say?"raw!
"Okay,okay I'll talk him!"
"Maverick, stop trying to eat Bastard's poop!"
Maverick however interpreted this as me saying Cookie!
and immediately began jumping up on me in cookie induced frenzy before sliding and almost falling on the hardwood several times in a manic attempt to get to where the cookie jar is kept in the kitchen. figure 1: green cookie dispensed by fat white cookie dispenser
At which point Bastard thought maybe he could steal the cookie after Maverick used his superior height and begging skills to retrieve it. He soon abandoned this plan upon the realization that trying to pry anything from the jaws of a food obsessed beagle is an exercise in futility. After this, he glared at both myself and the beagle in disgust before retreating to the bedroom to plot his revenge. this is my "I'm going to kill you all in your sleep" face