cat cavorts

I'm having a visit by my son-in-law as we speak. everything is like its owner; lily could write sonetillos by the time she was fourteen weeks old and she still has a strange aversion for clowns; monkey, the cat in question, is prone to bolting when talked to reasonably and he always forgets his keys.

he's just left --he went to the back yard and scrambled over the high wall that divides the two houses. this wall is covered profusely with huge shards of sharp green glass, with the only purpose of disemboweling the first cat or drunken neighbor who happens to slip when making the leap between the two abodes. sandokan and lily stood nearby, watching solemnly while monkey threw himself a couple of times against the wall before succeeding and kicking down a couple of chunks of glass; the thought in both of their minds was clear even to me:
dude, why don't you just take the stairs?

after he's gone, I turn to look at my pregnacious kitty and say: seriously, what were you thinking?
she only squints her eyes at me, because of course she knows a lot of things I don't.

top 3: zero social skills for monkey
1. killing an arab -- the cure
2. paranoid -- black sabbath
3. passive aggressive -- placebo