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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Care for Another Mousie Drumstick? or There’s No Accounting for Taste

I realize this is a repost.  It doesn't mean Liza Bean is not going back to school...

Taking advantage of some I’m-running-out-of-money-and-need-to-get-back-to-work program or another, Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) has enrolled in school.

“What does this mean, though?” I ask her.  “Does this mean I’ll no longer find your fuzzy butt soaking up any available pool of sun on the floor anymore?”

Liza Bean, her back leg stretched out before her, thoughtfully pulls at one of her hind claws with her teeth.  “I’m thure,” she says, her mouth full, “that I don’t know what you’re inthinuating.”

“I’m insinuating that you can barely be counted on to cover your own, shall we say, leavings, let alone get up and go to school every day.”

Liza Bean’s eyes widen – and then narrow – in shock.  She lowers her leg delicately.  “Such talk,” she scolds. 

“OK, well, I’m sorry,” I say.  She is right – when did I become so thoughtless?  “So what did you sign up for?  What’s the plan?”

Liza Bean yawns.  “Accounting.”

I stare at her.

She yawns again, the hint of a smile playing across her tiny, adorably black lips.  She regards me, deigns to elaborate.  “You know.  Accounting: you have two mice and I have one mice and how many of the legs will we be forced to eat to ensure we’ve both had enough for dinner?”

Now it is my turn to squint.  “That sounds nauseating.”

She closes her eyes and smiles.  “Yes.”

“You’re playing with me, aren’t you?”

Eyes still closed, smile still on her lips:  “Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me what classes you’re taking?”

Eyes still closed, smile disappears:  “No.”

Moments later, there is the sound of light snoring.  Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) is no longer taking questions.

Dang cat.


jenny_o said...

Loved it before. Still do :)

Mice drumsticks. Mmm mm.

Anonymous said...

The kitty knows how to play you.

Eva Gallant said...

I love your conversations with Liza Bean!

vanilla said...

There's no accounting for the way a cat thinks.

fishducky said...

I have a GREAT recipe for Buffalo Mousie Drumsticks--would you or Liza Bean be interested?

Elephant's Child said...

No cat needs to learn that sort of accounting. They are born with the skill. And the hot feet to ensure that most of the mouse is theirs.

Daisy said...

I was making mouse, uh, chicken legs for supper. Maybe I'll switch to eggs!

I don't remember this post. Must have been in the dark days before I discovered you, Pearlie!

Christian at Point Counter-Point Point Point said...

Don't poo poo the accounting degree. My cat has a degree in Art History and hasn't been able to do anything with it.

Sioux said...

Pearl--Even your repeats make me laugh...repeatedly.

Red Nomad OZ said...

LBB's comment about 'sharing' the mousey legs must surely have been a dead giveaway she wasn't serious ... !!!

HermanTurnip said...

Accounting? I'd figure Liza for middle management, not a numbers cruncher.

Regardless, if I don't get a chance to swing back before the 25th, here's hoping that you have a very Merry Christmas!

River said...

Accounting? I signed up for that once, apparently there's two types of books you have to keep...I hope Liza chooses something else or you're going to have to keep a very close watch on your finances.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
...I'd be checking the treatz cupboard; something's out on the balance sheet! YAM xx

the walking man said...

Hate to say it Pearl but you do sound a bit nagging about the whole class choices thing. Good thing Liza bean is not a teenager.