Apparently, I am delicious

[sigma7]

So, is there a way I can summarize the Christmas party in a stolen-macro format and somehow summarize my ability to go uninjured for a significant length of time?



Tale of the Postponed Holiday Festivities, or Tuna's Labors Lost: a play in one macro act

Dramatis personae:

SIGMA, a traveler from a far-off land and breaker of blinky bits
FIZZGIG, a felicitous feline

Scene: a happy home of revelry. SIGMA enters, FIZZGIG approaches from right.

SIGMA: Y HELO THAR
FIZZGIG: DOES YOU HAS A FLAVOR?
SIGMA: MY HAND, LET ME SHOW YOU IT
FIZZGIG: OM NOM NOM
SIGMA: HALP
FIZZGIG: INVISIBLE PITY
SIGMA: MY HAND, I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE
FIZZGIG: NOOO THEY BE TAKIN MY HANDMEATS
SIGMA: Y U DO THIS?
FIZZGIG: KTHXBAI

Exeunt.

Hand's still a little sore and red, but I guess it'll just shrivel up and fall off. But it'll grow back, right?

Comments

[missmiah.livejournal.com]

Weren't you mauled by the demonspawn cat before? Or am I thinking of someone else?

That entire litter of cats has mental problems, I'm pretty sure.

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

Not I. Once bitten and all that. I knew Fizzy was a bit of a spaz, even for a cat, but I was taken aback by the luncheoning. (Huh. Firefox doesn't like the word "spaz," but is just fine with "luncheoning?")

Still, Fizzy's a good little monster. Not quite a demon-cat like Pinky or Burger.