So last night my purr brother Hemi and I had a interesting conversation. It went like this:
Hemi swagging into the room like John Wayne: “Hey, you feeling lucky pig?”
Me jumping around trying to get his tail.
Hemi, “You really don’t want to do this.”
Me snorting still trying to get his tail.
Hemi: “Go ahead pig, make my day.”
Me still jumping around trying to get his tail.
Hemi: “I have 9 lives. What do you have?”
Me stopping and thinking to myself uh oh…. Reconsidering the tail. Looks straight at the purr thing, “This ain’t over. I’ll be back.”.