Ira eyeballs my nachos!
Ira loves to eat. And he’s not too picky about the food he eats. Cat food or human food ‘depends on how hungry he is.
IRA: Eow! Meow me eeoow meehos, MEO! (Wow! Look at those nachos, YUM!)
Jason: Hey, these aren’t for you! They’re mine.
IRA: Meow’s eo ‘ow? (What’s in ‘em?)
Jason: I made ‘em w/ chicken, Italian sausage, mozzarella cheese, green peppers, red onions, mexican cheese, crushed red pepper and oregano.
IRA: MEO! Meow meoows awmeeow- (YUM! That sounds awesome-)
Jason: Dude, paws off!
IRA: Mey, Me meo’w meow ow. M’e meeow mmeeow! (Hey, I can’t help it. I’m still hungry!)
Jason: You just ate a bowl of IAMS.
IRA: Eow M’e mmeow mmeeow! (But I’m still hungry!)
Jason: Dude, settle down. Shit! I forgot the bean dip.
[fridge opening]
Jason: Hey IRA! Get out of the milk, come on!
IRA: Meow? (What?)
Jason: Get out of there, Ira.
IRA: Eow eeow eo me meos, Me meow meo’s meow. (But once it my lips, I just can’t stop.)
Jason: Not a good excuse Ira, that’s what you say about plastic both aren’t good for stomach.
IRA: Eow- (But-)
Jason: You’re having any!
IRA: Meow ow, mee! (Come on, man!)
Jason: Unless you can start cleaning-up after yourself!
IRA: Eoow! (Urgh!)
Jason: I’m just sick of you throwing-up everywhere.
IRA: Eow meow! (Low blow!)
Jason: I’m Just sick of it-
IRA: Meow, Me meo’w meoow-ow meeow meeooow. ME MEOW NO MEEOWS! (Dude, I can’t clean-up after myself. I HAVE NO THUMBS!)
More to come!
