“Here, kitty kitty.”
“Ack! Jebus, dude! Too cute!”
“What, the cat?”
“No. You. Ew.”
“Baaaaaad, dude. Baaaaaad.”
“Riiight. I oughta ram some better sense intuh ya. Me ‘r somebody.”
“What’s wrong wit’ what I got now?”
“Tha nose knows, dude. An’ it ain’t too happy ’bout it, yeah? An’ that’s bafore some crazy dude makes it think ’bout havin’ ta change tha litter box. What tha hell ya thinkin’, chasin’ fluffballs? Ya finally give up on chicks?”
“It’s about home improvement, dude. Beautifyin’ tha neighborhood. Increasin’ property values. Dig?”
“Not if’n I c’n give somebody else tha shovel, dude.”
“Sheesh, dude, ain’t it obvious? Ya got a kitten at home, ya got a house made wit’ purrmanent materials!”
“Du-UUUUUUUUUUUDE!!“
This is Hawai’i. Last I checked, cats don’t eat termites.
They don’t eat them, Quilly. They cat-alog them.