scenes from my living room
Nov. 21st, 2009 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maradydd(SCENE: the couch. SASHA, the cat, is asleep across my forearms while I code.)
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maradydd frees an arm from under the cat and pops open a can of Red Bull.)
RED BULL CAN: *crrrack*
SASHA: Mrap!
(SASHA wakes up and starts nosing at the can, with intent.)
maradydd: Sasha. You're a cat. Cats don't need caffeine.
SASHA, attempting to bite the bottom of the can: Ack mrack.
maradydd: No. You don't get Red Bull because you don't have opposable thumbs to open the can with.
SASHA: Hrrrf. *gives up and lies down again*
(
maradydd frees an arm from under the cat and pops open a can of Red Bull.)RED BULL CAN: *crrrack*
SASHA: Mrap!
(SASHA wakes up and starts nosing at the can, with intent.)
maradydd: Sasha. You're a cat. Cats don't need caffeine.SASHA, attempting to bite the bottom of the can: Ack mrack.
maradydd: No. You don't get Red Bull because you don't have opposable thumbs to open the can with.SASHA: Hrrrf. *gives up and lies down again*
