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Originally Posted by nwcountrygal
That is tooo funnyFive Horses. Would have loved to seen the look on the plumbers face!!!
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With this particular divil it's a toss up - she'll either do the whole kissy-flirty thing (and she can sound like a real tart, it's hysterical) or she has other wonderful ways of embarrassing her beloved humans. To wit:
A) Wait for a pause in conversation and then let rip with a huge fart sound, or
B) Wait for someone to call round and do nothing, and I mean NOTHING, but make the "glug-glug" sound of wine coming out of a bottle..... After which she'll burp. Loudly and repeatedly.
The thing is that no matter who it is, 10 times out of 10 everyone cracks up, which is exactly what she's after, so there's no way she's going to not do it.
And yes, you sit there not sure if you just should crawl away or try to explain that she arrived knowing these things... not that anyone is ever going to believe you anyway.
However, bless her, she's also responsible for our first cat rescue. One night we kept hearing a meow - which we assumed was the parrot (we can only assume she'd lived with a cat at some point). We didn't think much of it until after the parrots were put to bed and then, lo and behold, we heard it again - she could change pitch and tone so even though we'd heard two different meows, we just thought it was the bird. I went to the front door and there on the doorstep was a very wet, starving and bedraggled kitten - he took one look at me, ran in the house, up my leg and curled up on my neck purring like a steam-train, so that was that sorted.
This took place about six months after we'd got her and the next day was the first time she'd leave the safety of her cage - she only came out so as to get a better look at Moses (as he was christened). Sadly, Moses didn't live long although we did everything medically possible, he was just too far gone when he came to us. After he died, she wouldn't come out again for another couple of months. Fast forward another six to eight months more: I went to bring the parrots in from their time outside as the weather had suddenly changed and it's turned chilly. Out of the blue she said, "Where Moses, cold outside." and shot me a particularly filthy look as if somehow I was responsible for Moses's "disappearance".
It's times like those that remind you very forcefully that we only have the slightest inkling into how they think and what they feel.
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Or - as the flirt is fond of doing - cause wonderful embarrassment when you try to explain to the plumber with his head under your kitchen sink that no, you were NOT the one making big, wet kissing noises and then saying in a really husky voice, "I really love you" while the culprit goes to hide and chuckle to herself looking wholly innocent (especially after the poor chap smacked his head on the pipes - he's only heard about cases like this, but he never thought it would happen to him.....
