Some time after consuming hydrocodone and methocarbamol, I am in bed. The cat hops up on the bed.
ME: Hi! What’s up?
ME: Looking for monsters, I see. [cheery wave out window towards presumably monstrous landscape in back yard]
CAT: [looks out window, aghast]
ME: Nothing like a monster hunt, no one can resist it! It’s like potato salad that way. Then again, you probably don’t like potato salad, do you.
CAT: Grrqwp. [Leaps off bed, leaves room]
4 thoughts on “In which my cat disapproves of my brain on drugs”
After a lot of drinks, I want to be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Please pencil this in.
I am going to start working the word “grrqwp” into everyday usage.
Your cat is the best conversation partner EVAR!