It’s like National Geographic in here.
24 April 2007
The scene: Last night, 11 p.m. or so; C. and I are back home after our respective rehearsals; Vespers (the black cat) is zipping back and forth across the apartment making her “I’ll kill you, you helpless plastic toy” noises.
C.: I wonder why their hunting instincts come out when they haven’t been fed yet?
Me: …
C.: …
C.: Oh.
(C. would have you know that he set his own self up for that punchline, but he’s too chicken to comment and tell you himself. Bach bach BEGACH, baby!!)
