Pnut and I live in an 8th floor penthouse apartment. Not as fancy as it sounds, I promise you. Basically a small living room connected to a small bedroom by a small halllway. But we do have two large terraces, one at either end of the apartment (kitchen, bedroom) with glass doors running the length of each room to let in plenty of light (well, usually rain, but nevermind). Generally, we leave both terrace doors a bit open and a great breeze rustles through the apartment. The terraces connect to the roof next door on one side, which hasn’t caused us any sort of problems… until lately. But while I was with my parents in Nashville a couple of weeks ago, I had a funny phonecall from Pnut.
Pnut: Topo, I’m SUPER sleepy today!
me: Babe, you’re ALWAYS sleepy unless we’re going climbing in the morning.
Pnut: No really, last night I was doing the dogs work all night!
me: …?
Pnut: You know the kit-ties [this is the-super cute and endearing- way Pnut pronounces kitties] that hang out on the roof next door? Well last night I woke up and heard yummy yummy crunch crunch sounds coming from the kitchen.
me: … ? …? Huh?
Pnut: The kit-ties were in the kitchen, eating the dog food! And these bloody dogs! Scapi said woof from her sleep and Charlie didn’t even move from his bed. So I had to go chase the kit-ties away. All I saw was two little little cat-asses disappearing through the terrace door. And they did it a bunch of times! Now because these bloody dogs are so lazy I have to sleep with the terrace door closed and it’s SO HOT!
me: (hysterical laughing)
At least, it was funny until I spent the last three nights woken up by “yummy yummy crunch crunch sounds” and chasing kit-ties out of the kitchen. Sure enough, Scapi was streached out upside down at the foot of the bed and managed one sleepy “wou” (apparently, “woof” if just too taxing past midnight) and Charlie let out a sleepy moan from his place half-buried in my folded clean clothes. Oh… and the dogs’ food bowl was half empty!
August 26th, 2009 at
Guess you’ve got new pets!!
August 26th, 2009 at
Bowl’s food half gone : theft !
Beds full with “wou”-wing Ca-9’s :
Cat-ass-tropical !