If your beans insist upon allowing large, suspicious waterfowl on their pond, make sure that you keep an eye on them. You can never quite trust them. Not only do they travel in groups, but they speak a strange foreign language. Be aware!
I have to admit that they look pretty tasty to me too, but what really bugs me is that I can't understand the language they speak and every time they walk by the window I just know they're laughing at me. Besides, The Blonde One says "we don't eat family members". And she says they're supposed to be really greasy anyway. Which actually didn't sound too bad to me...
But you can all come over anyway and we can have a Temptations party!!
I am a Snowshoe Siamese, who would really like to blog more often. I enjoy long, quiet evenings by the fire, and really good catnip. They call me Toby, but really, my secret cat name is Zorbanorf, slayer of flies.
7 comments:
Toby, you are absolutely right - nefurr trust someone who speaks Quack or Honk.
Whoa....whoa. Whoa!!! Those things look terrifying!! They must be attackative, stay clear!!
Latte
never trust a quack. Honest. You have the right idea! xz
Birdies, big, fat birdies. Yum.
Ooooh, big juicy birdies...can I come over???
~Casey
I have to admit that they look pretty tasty to me too, but what really bugs me is that I can't understand the language they speak and every time they walk by the window I just know they're laughing at me. Besides, The Blonde One says "we don't eat family members". And she says they're supposed to be really greasy anyway. Which actually didn't sound too bad to me...
But you can all come over anyway and we can have a Temptations party!!
>^..^<
I'm pretty sure 'Quack' means 'I'm very tasty with orange sauce'.
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