Brushing Loki
Given that he's a longhaired mixed breed (long haired alley cat?) Loki requires a fair amount of brushing. Plummet, his mother, does not seem to mind this at all, she seems to enjoy it. Loki, however is a moody little bastard at times, and at brushing times it's like rolling dice. One never knows when snakeeyes is going to come up.
A typical Brushing Loki scene:
Me: Alright, fuzzball, c'mere.
Loki: (Translated from body language, sounds, ear positions, and looks) Hell with that, I got some prime sleepin' to be doin'.
Me: I'm not giving you any choice here, bub. I'm the top of the food chain. So, you're coming with me. *grabs Loki*
Loki: Alright, you're either gonna let me go or I'mma hafta fuck you up.
Me: This won't take long, you little shit. *Commences brushing, sometimes he'll relent and even enjoy it... not this last time *
Loki: Converting to Furry Hand Grenade mode in 5...4...3...2...1...
Me: Holy shit! I'm bigger than you, dammit, and you're gonna get brushed! No matter how many transfusions it requires!
Loki: You didn't learn your lesson? Ok, time to go to Furry Nuke mode in 5...4...3...2...1.
Needless to say, his little ass got brushed.... Anyone reading this have the blood type O-? I think I could use a top off....
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