St. Catrick’s Day ™

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Boo: Happy St. Catrick’s Day.

Yeti: Happy what?

Boo: St. Catrick’s Day. Our people celebrate an Irish cat who did tricks so well they sainted him.

Yeti: That’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard.

Boo: I saw it on the Internet, so it must be true.

Yeti: Where on the Internet?

Boo: [mumbling] On our blog, where I just put it….

Yeti: Peekaboo! You can’t just make things up and put them on the Internet! – I mean, I know you can, but you shouldn’t.

Boo: Well I think it’s a nice story anyway.

Yeti: Okay Peekaboo, if it’s a story, then you round it out, and really make it a story.

Boo: [thinking hard] Well…once there was this cat named Patrick, and he did lots of tricks, like playing fetch, and doing pirouettes, and walking on his hind legs, and speaking and sitting on command, and doing “tornado kitty” and back flips–

Yeti: This cat sounds suspiciously familiar….

Boo: And because of his awesomesauciness, they gave him unlimited noms all the time and loved on him lots and lots–

Yeti: And this would be “projection” based in fantasy….

Boo: Don’t ruin my story by psychologizing it.

Yeti: [glibly] Beg pardon. Pray continue.

Boo: Um…and he lived happily ever after. The end.

Yeti: [blinking] Short story.

Boo: That’s a real genre, er, category, you know.

Yeti: So it is. Merely citing literary terminology does not precipitate success.

Boo: Luckily we have our own publishing venue.

Yeti: Lucky for you – not for our readership.

Boo: I’ll take a page from your book and say it only matters if I like it. [grins smugly]

Yeti: “It’s for her own good that the cat purrs.” [Irish proverb]

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Barbecue Boo

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Yeti: [Spotting Peekaboo entering the room and then doing a double take] Oh dear! What happened to you?

Boo: What do you mean?

Yeti: You look like your calico colors are…seeping…or sliding…or leaking…or something.

Boo: What on earth are you talking about?

Yeti: [Beckoning Boo to follow] Come to the mirror – you’ll see.

Boo: [Catching her reflection, and her breath] Oh – OH! My beautiful white bib!

Yeti: You mean your greasy orange bib.

Boo: Oh, man, I thought I bathed it all off!

Yeti: Bathed all what off?

Boo: You know Missus dozed off on the couch last night and then zombied upstairs? She left the bag of barbecue chips she’d finished behind.

Yeti: And you took it upon yourself to steal from it. [Sigh]

Boo: I don’t know if it’s technically stealing…they would have thrown away the dust after all.

Yeti: [Sarcastically] And because that bag is obviously labeled “cat food” [rolls eyes]….

Boo: Well, with all those words everywhere on it, it could be…if you’re not concerned about the letters all being in order and stuff….

Yeti: [Groans]

Boo: [Studying her neck and chest] Rats, it must have stained my fur when I stuck my whole head in there to lick it clean.

Yeti: Looks like you could use your bib for a tasty snack later. [Shakes head] You are so busted. I don’t even have to tattle. Even if you clean up, the bag’s still too clean I’m sure.

Boo: [Bathing furiously] Hard to reach…[lick] help [lick] me [lick] get [lick] it [lick] off!!!

Yeti: No way any day – you know I hate people food. I don’t want it coming up later. Sorry, you’re on your own.

Boo: [Lingering while enjoying the barbecue-flavored residue] Nummy, I can see why people love this stuff. It’s like…catnip. [Smack! Smack!]

Yeti: [Following a zig-zagging lick-y Boo into entryway] Without the hallucinogenic side effects…unless you actually think you can get away with this. Oh, and don’t even think about trying to get into those [indicates the box of bottles of barbecue sauce and seasoning-rub their People just brought back from a trip through Kansas City]. Touch those and you’d best pack for the shelter.

Boo: I’ve smelled them putting this stuff on meat on the grill before; I could never have imagined meat being better, but it’s like magic! [Sniffing the bottles] I can’t get a scent out of these like the bags. Too bad they’re not on the counter so I can knock them off.

Yeti: You are playing with fire, oh Bib-of-Flame. Learn to look but not touch. Or sniff but not taste.

Boo: Yeah, right, so easy. Or breathe but not, um…breathe.

Yeti: Someone barbecued your brain.

Boo: [Sucking on her bib happily] But what a way to go….

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