Two Pains in the A**
My boyfriend reads this web comic called “Two Lumps.” Every once in a while during his morning read of his 18 or so comics, he laughs uproariously and calls me to read over his shoulder. Usually, it’s to see what kind mischief or mayhem Ebenezer and Snooch, the cats referred to in “Two Lumps,” are up to.
http://www.twolumps.net/
That comic has become my life.
Our new roommate came to us in mid-August, bringing two lumps of her own. One of them has since become very friendly with David and I and will often curl up with us in bed if our roommate is out for night, or sit on our laps while we’re watching our Netflix. The other is strictly loyal to his owner and occasionally deigns to allow us to pet him.
Both of them are trouble.
Twice in the past two days I have had to clean up water spilled all over the kitchen counter or the floor after the cats - usually the snooty one, also known as “the fat one,” - has jumped up where they don’t belong and knocked over cups and glasses. I’ve been spending a lot of time at home recently because of the light rehearsal schedule of my current show, and at least once a day I have to dash out of the office after hearing a crash from somewhere else in the apartment. And because they aren’t dogs, I can stand there and look stern and say “no!” – but they look at me as if to say, “Who, me?”
Sigh. I can’t wait to get a dog.
January 11th, 2007 at 2:06 pm
We’re also getting a cat.