All this being said, there's a reason I don't usually take phone calls in my house.
The Agent called to discuss my upcoming trip to New York, during which we're going to be doing several dinner-type things, some meeting-type things, and a lot of hanging out. During our forty-minute or so discussion, she was treated to...
"Ow! Ow ow OW! Goddammit, Alice, get your claws out of my fucking leg!"
"No. No, you can't have that. No, that isn't yours. No."
"Get off of there! Jesus, cat, I swear, I will skin you."
"I can get new cats, you know. Better cats. Smaller cats. Cats that don't do that."
"Alice, give back my bra."
"I'm serious, Alice. Give me back my damn bra."
"THAT'S MY FUCKING BRA, CAT!"
"Okay, I give up. Just do whatever the fuck you want."
...all while we were having a serious business discussion. I swear, the fact that she hasn't drowned me and put me out of her misery is something of a miracle.
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November 5 2009, 17:32:44 UTC 7 years ago
Which reminds me, you missed a great conversation in the bar at WFC when someone started describing the effect of long term freezing and defrosting on the human body and every writer in the conversation leant forward. I thought of you.
November 6 2009, 18:45:37 UTC 7 years ago
November 5 2009, 20:14:21 UTC 7 years ago
Also, I read this and have to wonder if it would be funnier said all at once--just stop a conversation to threaten your cat--or at random moments throughout a conversation--1st bra line, ten minutes pass, 2nd bra line, twenty minutes pass, "THAT'S MY FUCKING BRA, CAT!"
~Sabrina
November 6 2009, 18:45:56 UTC 7 years ago
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