Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. This seems to be the fur-faces new motto. Nothing fazes them. "Jerks!!" Sam calls them when they snag her stockings as soon as she enters the house. "Weirdos!!", Sam exclaims as they run past her at break neck speed almost tripping her. Sam is not alone in cussing the lads. The Big Cat has been known to use very strong and occasionally salty language upon discovering the remains of the latest object the boys have reduced to rubble.
Not speaking any English is definitely an asset. It's hard to take offense at being called a jerk if you don't know what it means. "No comprende,Scene-e-yor", the cats blink back at me as I scream myself silly. "What do you think the Big Cat is going on about now?" Rooney will convey with an arched furry eyebrow to his brother. These cats are very cool. They don't get ruffled at all by raised voices. And no matter how horribly you call them out they just lazily roll on their backs inviting you to scratch their tummies. It's infuriating. And effective. Soon they have defused the angry situation and everything is all lovey dovey again. And they can get back on their hurricane-like path of destruction. Actually "Rooney" and "Rufus" would be great names for hurricanes.
Who do I submit this brilliant suggestion to? xxx dad
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