“I have done as you commanded, exalted ones. I have loosened the tops of the salt and pepper dispensers used by the Unholy Human, and concealed the keys it requires to operate its vehicle. Tomorrow, its omelet shall be rendered inedible, and you will delight in its lamentations as it fruitlessly searches room to room. How else may I be of service to thee, O Pillow Gods?”
Much praise for sender-inner Sharon H. (via Reddit)
I don’t think I could sleep peacefully being stared at by those huge cat faces… kitty is probably scared, thinks he’s going to be attacked by giant enemies. ? ? ?
Poor sad omelet. For what is it searching?
It’s the feline reboot of Zardoz I think.
What does an omelette lamentations sound like?
“Thbbtpbhthtbt”?
‘Beaten eggs!? I hardly knew her!’ or ‘For crepes sakes!’ or ‘cheeseis crepes– I never get the fruit.” oh wait– ‘ya, ya you spill me and it’s all from the frying pan into the fire!’
I would not want to wake up to those.
To what, the pillows, or the omelette lamentations?
Um, both.
Eggs-actly.