After the storm once we had our power back Ira had to take stock and assess the damage outside.
IRA: Eow! Mmeow-oow eow meowches ow mee meeoww!(Wow! Check-out the branches on the ground!)
Jason: Yeah, pretty bad. huh?
IRA: Ow’e meow e mee-meow ew eow meowyeow! (It’s like a war-zone in our backyard!)
Jason: What?
IRA: Meode, ow’e meow M’e meow en ‘Eow. (Dude, it’s like I’m back in ‘Nam.)
[a sound from the garden]
IRA: Meow’s Cheeow! Meowch me’ll meo eow! (That’s Charlie! Watch he’ll get you!)
Jason: Dude, it’s a just squirrel.
IRA: Me meoow meow smeow meow eow Ch- (I could have swore that was Ch-)
Jason: Shut-up Ira, that’s a fucking squirrel. And plus you were never in Vietnam! You’re a cat and-
IRA: Meow eow meowng eo owy? Meos meo’w meoow owrs ow meoow meeow?! Meow’w meeo (What are you trying to say? Cats can’t fight wars or battle crime?! That’s bullshit!)
Jason: No I didn’t say that-
IRA: Me’o mee eow, Meeeman Meeeoowd meowcast meeow! Meow mee oows meow eow meow-owss meeoows eow ow meeeoww. (It’s the old, German Shepherd typecast again! Only the dogs help you dumb-ass humans out of trouble.)
Jason: IRA! I didn’t say that, I said that you were never in Vietnam because one you’re a cat and two you’re 3 years old.
IRA: Meowwver meode! Me meows meo’w meo meeoow eo meow meor smeow meeow mee meooows eow meeows meowng eo meow meew meoow ow. Me’ow meoking meeoves, mee.
(Whatever dude! Us cats don’t get involved in that war shit cause you humans are always trying to blow each other up. We’re fucking passives, man.)
Jason: So why are you talking about cats fighting wars?
IRA: M’e meow meoing me meeow meeow ‘ow eo ow meowed ow meo me’ow meeoow meow meww. Me meeow meo ow. (I’m just saying, we could fight ‘em if we wanted to but we’re smarter than that. We choose not to.)
More to come!
