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| spork | [no subject] | Mon 25th Jun 2001, 16:35 link |
| Had a Benny Hill-esque moment last night when I was trying to get one of the cats in (the agrophobic - refuse to go out but if you can convince her to go out, she doesn't want to come back in again: logically, because late evening/night time is the quietest therefore best time for her to be out, illogically because she is really a psychology researcher in disguise as a little cat testing to see how long she can wind me up for by depriving me of sleep by staying out late and clawing the inside of my nose to wake me up, before I snap). ANYWAY, back to the story. She, and therefore I, was in the park next to our house at about midnight and I decided enough was enough and tried to pick her up. She ran off. I ran after her. She started running in a figure of eight around two trees. I started running in a figure of eight around two trees, arms outstretched, hands in "grab" position. Someone nearby started playing some comical music, slightly speeded up. It was quite farcical. I was waiting for several large-breasted blondes to show up in nurses/french maid/school girl costumes to show up... I gave up after about ten minutes and went inside. She wandered in of her own accord a few minutes later. There is a lesson to be learnt here but I'm not sure what; it may involve boobs though... | ||
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