INTERIOR. NIGHT. A small Greenwich Village apartment, in an old and incompletely mouseproofed building.
Wife (groggily): What's that noise?
Husband: It sounds... like a cat meowing, with his mouth full.
Mister Gato (jumping onto bed, with half-dead mouse clamped in his teeth): Mrrrrowf!
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson
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"Mrrrrowf!" Is that Gatoese for "Mouse!"?
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