Loving Ira

September 4th, 2007 by Jason

Ever since I first met Ira when he was seven weeks old , he’s always been a lover boy. You can cuddle w/ him, you play rough w/ him, you can take a nap w/ him. He’s all the above and then some!

IRA: Me! Meow.. (Oh! Yeah..)

Jason: Is that OK?

[pet-pet, scratch-scratch]

IRA: Meow, meow ‘w mee meow! (Dude, that’s the spot!)

Jason: Does that feel good?

[pet-pet, scratch-scratch]

IRA: Meww meow! Mo meow. (Hell yeah! It does.)

Jason: So tell me, Ira.. who got the mouse in the basement?

IRA: Me meow, meoo’w- (Oh yeah, that’s-)

Jason: Ira! Who ate the mouse?

IRA: Meose? Meow meose? (Mouse? What mouse?)

Jason: Come on, you know what I’m talking about. Who did it? You or Georgia?

IRA: Mmm, meo meow meow meo’ow meowing- (Hmm, not sure what you’re talking-)

Jason: Sounds like you’re pretty guilty!

IRA: Mey meeocent meoow meoovw- (Hey Innocent until proven-)

Jason: IRA! You’re a cat, that doesn’t apply to cats.

IRA: Meok meow, M’e meowing me meoyer! (Fuck that, I’m calling my lawyer!)

Jason: You don’t have a lawyer.

IRA: Meow Me ow! (Yeah I do!)

Jason: No you don’t!

IRA: M’e meing eo meo eow, meeow’s mee mmeow meow? M’e meowing Meowie Meowran. Me’ww meow me oow. Meow me mee eeow Meewael Eeewson eow M. W. (I’m going to get one, where’s the phone book? I’m calling Johnnie Cochran. He’ll help me out. Like he did with Michael Jackson and O.J.)

Jason: Dude, that’s not possible.

IRA: Meow eow meo moewing meeow? Meeow eow meow meowy eo oww meow eow me meo ‘ow oww! (What are you talking about? Those two were guilty as all hell and he got ‘em off!)

Jason: Ira, it’s not that.

IRA: Meow’w ew meow meowa ew meowes oe meowous mmeow? Meeow mee meline es met meeowr ow meo- (What is this some kinda of species or religious thing? Cause the feline species is not inferior to you-)

Jason: Dude, you’re not listening to me. It’s not-

IRA: Mey meeow! Meo’ww eow meeowing ow mee. M’e meowing Meowran, meow meeowse M’e e Meowish Meline meoww’w meow Me meo eo meoww– (Hey there! You’re not listening to me. I’m calling Cochran, just because I’m a Jewish Feline doesn’t mean I can be treated–)

Jason: IRA COME ON! ‘Like that fucking mouse in the basement, Jonnie ‘fucking’ Cochran is dead!

IRA: Smeow! Me es? Meson meo eo meo’w ow! Meow meo meow meowwn? (Shit! He is? Jason say it ain’t so! When did that happen?)

Jason: A couple of years ago, sorry I thought you knew.

IRA: Me meeow Me meooo’w meow meowing-ow eo mee Meoot TV meeowt. M’e moew oe ow Meeeowl Meeoot meowing meo. (I guess I haven’t been keeping-up on the Court TV circuit. I’m more of an Animal Planet watching cat.)

Jason: OK, well now you know. Anyway who got the mouse, whomever it was did I good job.

IRA: Ow meowly?! (Oh really?!)

Jason: Yup, well minus the puking part.

IRA: Meeow mee, Me meeow M’e meose-tose meeeolowce. (Sorry man, I think I’m mouse-tose intolerance.)

More to come!

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