you’re not fooling anyone, cat. we know you weren’t paying attention that day we tried to teach you to tell time.
what are you doing cat. you’re not a can of soda. you contain no bubbly, sugary goodness.
get out of there cat! you’re not a fizzy soda pop!
get out of there cat. you are not a coca cola.
get out of there cat. you don’t need to drink sugar. you’re sweet enough already. awwwwww
get out of there cat. you are not the world’s most refreshing beverage. you’re just fuzzy. no one wants fuzzy drinks.
get out of there cat. i want to drink a Coke, not a cat.
get out of there cat. that is not for you. you are not delicious sugary goodness tinted with cherry flavor.
get out of there cat. you are not real coca-cola taste with zero calories.
get out of there cat. you are not a sugary soda beverage. i don’t think you would like it if I drank you. neither would my throat. i bet you burn a lot on the way down.
get out of there cat. you are not a can of coke. you do nothing to keep me cool on a hot day nor do you keep me awake at work.
get out of there cat. you are not soda. i cannot recycle you or save your pop tab to help the homeless you are a cat.
get off of there cat. you are not a collector of vintage Coke items. you do not know how to store them properly so as to retain their value and then sell them for profit. you think they are just for sitting on. antiques are not for sitting on cat unless it’s an antique chair and sometimes not even then. but you don’t understand antiquing you are a cat.
get out of there cat. you are not a can of coke. you are not the world’s most refreshing beverage. you are the last thing i want to drink on a hot day and that is because you are not a coke you are a cat. a poor, delusional cat who thinks she is soda.
a gift!
so chris and i are sitting watching trainspotting - you know, normal monday night - and someone knocks at the door. i’m thinking it’s got to be the repair guys to fix our bathroom sink but it’s a UPS guy. he hands chris the pictures i ordered from snapfish and then says, “can you help me move your fridge up?”
so chris and i are just dumbfounded. like stood there in silence and then said, “fridge? really?” so chris goes out to help him move up this mini fridge. i walk out and say “are you sure this is for us?” while chris is suggesting it might be a wedding present. meanwhile i’m thinking who in the world would get us a mini fridge. anyway…
chris points out that it is addressed specifically to me. then i see something taped to the side of the box that says “Thank you!” and i realize - Diet Coke sent it to us for mentioning them on the site!!!
so we get it out of the box and of course it is also filled with a case of Diet Coke. peanut and tubby were so scared by all the commotion that they went to hide under the bed, and peanut actually goes INTO the box spring. it’s like a sign from the universe.