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As this marks the anniversary of the appearance on this earth of a certain woman named
*snaps fingers*
The cats and dogs will mass along the feeding line,
Expectant gazes and expectant mouths waiting, waiting, for the feeding:
Wet food, dry food, special formula, maybe a special scrap-treat, water enough to swim in (NEVER TO HAPPEN WATER IS SCARY AND BAD KEEP IT AWAY FROM ANYTHING BUT THEIR TONGUES)…
*snaps fingers again*
…And Robyn, the food co-bringer (along with
(Even maybe the catnip that even the dogs might get into) –
And the pets are sated, satisfied, soothed by food and ready to play.
And Robyn is satisfied, and amused, and likely to say something funny and thoughtful,
Maybe said as her, maybe said as
*snaps fingers yet again*
*burns his fingers from one finger-snap too many (a beat-poetry-cat occupational hazard, don’t you know, Daddy-O)*
OW! My finger.
…Anyway.
Happy birthday, Robyn. You’re one of the big reasons I got into LJ in the first place. Thank you.