Not Real Happy With the Darling Cats
Cute, aren't they?
Do enjoy, as long as you can, the sweet and meaningful darlingness of their sibling interpretation of zen yin-yang bliss, cause they are Dead Meat the next time I see them.
When Dara discovered that I had hung a kitty toy next to the toilet, in the form of the toilet paper roll, joyfully pulled all the toilet paper off the roll, ran around the bathroom with it, and then sat in the middle, draped in toilet paper, looking goofy, I thought, oh, how cute.
When I came home from the belly dancing weekend to discover that the bathroom had been turned into an abbatoir for unlucky mice, one of which was getting joyfully thrown around in the bathtub by Chanthra (the joyfulness being Chanthra's, naturally; the mouse might well have been joyful, being dead, but it wasn't manifesting it in this reality anymore), I thought, well, that's their main deal with the humans, isn't it. You give us kitty treats and an electric blanket and we'll get rid of the vermin. Fair enough.
But when I went upstairs this morning and discovered that one or both of them had discovered how to get into the eBay yarn, and had taken a bag of yarn that had already been sold, * and dragged it all over the bedroom and unraveled a bunch of it, I thought, where are the bastards, I am going to kill them.
They're probably off being cute someplace, and when I do find them they won't know what it is that I'm annoyed about. Might as well not bother trying to find them.
I've contacted the buyer, told her to cancel the payment that was pending, and offered either to send her the yarn for no money, in apologies and to cover her costs for the electronic payment, OR to keep the damn yarn and pay her fees. I think that's pretty fair. I didn't say "damn" in the email, either, as it wouldn't be rhetorically useful in the circumstances.
But I'm out some money here, so the cats better get cracking; cause it will take a LOT of dead mice to make up for that sale. They owe me big.
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*Notice the horribly ironic statement, in the auction listing "Yarn has been kept away from pets." Ha. Ha ha ha.
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