Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Cousin Cuisine

Phoenix: Good job

Diablo: Just got lucky. Puke landed right on hardwood floor. No carpet.

Phoenix: Sick?

Diablo: Naw. I think it is that rabbit and pea diet.

Phoenix: Maybe some of that canned food you stole from Booter?

Diablo: Yeah, that too. Why doesn't she feed us any of that stuff?

Monday, July 30, 2007

Vaguely Familar

Phoenix: Smell that?

Diablo: Sure do.

Phoenix: It's that Booter Cat.

Diablo: Guess we are home. Let's see what she has in her food bowl.

Sunday, July 29, 2007


Phoenix: So, who was hiding under the bed this morning?

Diablo: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Phoenix: What's the matter? Scared?

Diablo: No. Just didn't feel like leaving.

Phoenix: Me neither. But what was the alternative? Live under the bed, until the maid comes with the vacuum cleaner?

Diablo: Judging by the loose change, candy wrappers and dust bunnies, I don't think that was going to be a problem.

Phoenix: Amen.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Heading North

Diablo: Excuse me. 'You going to spend all night under the bed?

Phoenix: What’s it to ya?

Diablo: Oh, come on. The motel ain’t that bad. Look there is a nice view from the window. Looks like we are on the third floor. Hey, there's the Jeep in the parking lot.

Phoenix: Jeep. Don't remind me.

Diablo: Man. She got the air conditioning fixed just for us. We are back in Tennessee. Jack Daniels, Barbeque, and Little Debbies.

Phoenix: Quit it with the food.

Diablo: Oops, I’m sorry. I forgot. You know, she took you puking up all over her pretty well. Pretty clever of her to have those paper towels in the front seat. What was wrong?

Phoenix: Car sick.

Diablo: Yeah, at mile ten. With 1530 more to go.

Phoenix: Don’t remind me.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007


Diablo: I am pretending to be a gecko. See how well I can blend into the carpet.

Phoenix: I'm pretending to be asleep.