Tino broke my large format duplexing printer because he got miffed and yanked when pulling out a paperjam. A little piece came off. It didn't seem like a particularly important piece, but a few days later it started saying "52 Error: Call for Service" in increasingly strident tones.
Why, Tino, why?
Okay, it was me.
But still.
Okay, it was me.
But still.
It was Tino's fault. Quit trying to protect him. You know he'll just take advantage.
Okay, it was me.
Obviously, Tino was distracting you at the wrong time....
Okay, it was Tino! What's up, Tino? Why'd you break my expensive to replace although cheap the first time printer?
Man.
Tino is really useful. Up until now it's been difficult to assign blame to anyone else, seeing as how I work alone for my own company and all. But with Tino, whole new worlds are opening up.
Whole new worlds of BLAME! Why, Tino? What do you have against IBM Infoprint 20's?
I swear that the starlings out on the wires are mocking Loki. When he sees them, he starts crying (not the ackackack sound many cats make) but this high pitch squeaky meeaaap! (He's got a ridic squeak for a cat his size.)
Anyway, it really sounds like they are making
that same sound back at him.
It's hilarious.
And now I have to go retrieve him from the oven hood. Again.
Well, this sucks. Our favorite pub in Milwaukee (and where we had my dad's b-day a few weeks ago) burned down last night, and now the FD is calling it "suspicious in nature". WTF is wrong with people?
Burrell, we were talking about the court over in Bitches. Not sure if you made your way there or not.
Excuse me, the top of the wire shelves. This time.
sarameg, they've never found a cat skeleton on top of wire shelves, I'm pretty sure.
Spare Cat now has a shaved patch around her booboo and a shiny staple holding the skin together, and is generally acting nonchalant about the whole thing. The vet speculated that she'd managed to somehow cut herself -- god knows, she falls off enough things, squeezes through things and gets in various situations (hello, foot stuck between the radiator and wall!) that it could be.
:: still radiates guilt ::
No need for guilt, you took care of her! (She got her foot stuck? Really?)
*I* don't want Loki on the top of the wire shelves. He has no respect of the personal space of other objects. And likes to test gravity. And I don't think the range hood was designed to support 15+ lbs of cat....