Me: Okay okay okay. Getting there. Gads.
CATS: FOOD FOOD FOOD WE WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!
Me: Good luck on that. *opens pantry*
Pantry: Yeah baby, I like that. Oh hey, notice my distinct lack of cat food!
CATS: FOOD FOOD FOOD FOO what do you mean, "uh-oh"?
Me: There's no cat food.
Kittens: WE KNOW THIS IS WHAT WE ARE TRYING TO TELL YOU AND WHY WE ARE BEING THE FLYING BELLINIS OVER THE EMPTY DISHES!
Raistlin: When you say "no", I assume you are actually lapsing into some foreign language where it is the word for "plentiful"? Balinese, perhaps?
Raistlin: You do realize I have tiny shivs built into my fingers, yes?
Me: OH LOOK, CANNED CHICKEN! HIGH IN PROTEIN, LOW-CARB, ALL KINDS OF GOOD FOR YOU for one meal anyway!
"E-Z Open" Pull-Top Can of Chicken: So hey, you know how people like to give ironic nicknames, right?
Me: *struggle struggle*
Palin: Here, I'll help! *makes flying leap onto my upper leg, digs
Me: AUUUGH! *spastically yanks at can lid*
Can Lid: FREEEEDOM! *bursts loose and tidily bifurcates the webbing of my thumb on the way by*
Raistlin: I know THAT wasn't Balinese.
Tanin: YAY CHICKEN!
Palin: YAY BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT!
Me: Oh, kid. The wrong tree: you are barking it up.
Palin: Aw. HEY, CHICKEN!
Me: Yeah, I'm gonna go staunch this bleeding now.
Raistlin: You do that. Oh, and make a grocery list. Did you know we're out of cat food?