An Ultimatum

OK, listen, lady….this is the third time this week that you came home smelling like steak (and yes, we even know it was Black Angus steak, too) and we did not get any.  Not even a nibble.  We are holding your uniforms hostage until we receive something in return.  Some wild Alaskan Salmon, perhaps.

Oh, by the way, don’t even try to blame the adult beverages that you were drinking, either…we know you just blatantly refused to bring us any.  We have contacted the proper authorities and they are investigating!

“You are not leaving this house!”


4 responses to “An Ultimatum”

  1. Amy & The House of Cats says :

    You tell her! How could she come home smelling of steak and bring you nothing! She at least should have had the courtesy of making herself NOT smell like steak! Our mom almost never brings us anything either – though we don’t really want most of the yucky stuff she eats!

  2. Laila and Minchie says :

    Our mom does the same thing! Would it kill them to just bring back one tiny morsel for each of us?

    That laundry basket is just made for the two of you.

  3. CCL Wendy says :

    This is beginning to sound serious! Mom, you better cough it up! Or at least bring it home in a bag.

  4. The Creek Cats says :

    What a great idea to hold her uniforms hostage until she brings you some noms!! Brilliant!

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