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Party w/ Ira

September 8th, 2007 by Ira

Ira is a social cat. He’s super friendly, he loves attention from anyone who will give him it.

IRA: Mew, meow meowy eow mmmeeow! (Wow, that party was awesome!)

Jason: So you had a good time?

IRA: Meww meow! Me mem, eo eow e meeow. (Hell yeah! I did, it was a blast.)

Jason: Yup, for sure. Jeff got pretty drunk, huh?!

IRA: Meow, me mem. Meeoowia eoa Me meow meeowing eow meows oee meow me meow meowing meow eo meeoow. (Yeah, he did. Georgia and I were laughing our tails off when he kept spilling beer on myself.)

Jason: He made a mess of the place.

IRA: Mey mee, Me meeowed meeow eo ow. Me meeoww’w mee meow meow me oe meoow. Me meeow eow ‘mep oe meok meo meor meows mee. (Hey man, I helped clean it up. I couldn’t let good beer go to waste. I prefer the ‘nip or milk but beer works too.)

Jason: I think everyone had a good time, right?!

IRA: Meo meow meow mem. Eo mew e meow meeow oe meows (For sure they did. It was a good group of folks.)

Jason: Yeah it was fun.

IRA: Meoow meo meow meo, Meoowy, me meo ME meeow meo me meoww eo meo me meeeooow. (Except for that kid, Henry, he was OK for awhile but he started to get on my nervous.)

Jason: Really!

IRA: Me meo meoing oe meow me meoowers eom me meol. (He was trying to pull my whiskers and my tail.)

Jason: Dude, you’re irresistible. He can’t help it.

IRA: Meow, Me meow mee oew mee eoe meo meowing-uw me meow. (Yeah, I know but the kid was fucking-up my game.)

Jason: What are you talking about? You don’t have game.

IRA: Meow, Me ow. (Yeah, I do.)

Jason: Whatever dude, I’m going to sleep.

IRA: Meow’s meow, M’e meiing meoowww eo mee eo meeow’s meowwww meoww meowss meow! (That’s cool, I’m going downstairs to see if there’s anymore single ladies here!)

More to come!

Eating w/ Ira

August 29th, 2007 by Ira
Ira eyeballs my nachos!

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!