ribbon cutting at an angle...

this is somewhere shortly after i chased a small orange cat through the house, using a much stronger voice than any 6 inch whisper, or 12 inch conversational...it, the cat, has for the last month or so, been creeping in and out of the house at whim...criminal activity in diminutive form..pisses me off...i belittled the tiny animal the whole way to the window which is propped open by a blue pen--his usual point of entry and exit...the window stays open like this for the Spoiled One, alluding to her grey cat i call Puma, her grey cat that is half the size of my late black lab and so earned his name...this is where we had a stand-off, the orange villain and i...although brief, i managed to cleverly sum up the reasons behind my ill will towards him/her in a brilliant monologue involving a lot of swooshing hand movements and some extra tonal theatrics to boost the tension in the room...having said my peace, i let the handful of pens, i'd been clenching in my write hand, fly...like 8 scaled down lawn darts they clattered around the back door and the orange bastard was out the window...

we do this about 3 times a day...