One hundred eleventy-first verse, same as the first.

[rickvs]

Paris and Dante had the same interaction this morning that they have ...well, basically several times every day. If I could subtitle it, it'd go a li'l sump'n like this:

[both cats bump heads]: "It's head-lickin' time! You go first."

[Dante licks Paris's head]

DANTE: "Okay, now it's your turn."

[Dante offers his head for grooming; Paris butts Dante's head with his own]

DANTE: "Once more. But then me, okay? Okay?"

[Dante licks Paris's head; Paris butts Dante again]

DANTE: "Last time, I swear to Bast."

[Dante licks Paris's head]

DANTE: "Now YOU lick MY head. Pretty please?"

PARIS: "Gnaw on your head? Don't mind if I do." [*pounce*, OM NOM NOM...]

DANTE: "Curse your inevabubble betwayal ... inevitab ... I knew you were gonna do this!"

*****
... Yeah, Dante ain't the brightest crayon in the box. My current theory is that he's the world's largest one-celled animal, and what I've been calling his pelt is actually composed of cilia.

Comments

From Kev...

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I know Dante is not exactly the sharpest of them all... figuring he was chasing a red laser pointer head first into a wall... though sadly Paris did the same exact thing a few moments later... though at least one thing can be said about Dante... he is easy to please... pet him and he will be in heaven.