Sym raced into the hallway.
"Open it! Open it!" he said as he bounced up and down.
I opened it and a cat strolled in, flicking it's tail up into a question mark.
"Liza Bean Bitey!", exclaimed Sym, his tail wagging furiously
"Of ... ?"
"Er, the Minneapolis Biteys", he answered meekly.
"And don't you forget it!".
Liza Bean Bitey sauntered down the hallway.
"Anyone sniffing my bottom looses an eye!"
Sym trailed along behind her as she headed down the hall towards the dining room, aka the 'poker room'. He stopped at the door and threw me a quick glance.
"This is her, isn't it?" I whispered.
"Uh-huh!"
"Scary!"
"Nah! Terrifying's more like it!"
"I can hear every word, you know"
Sym entered the din... sorry, the poker room and closed the door.
Liza Bean sat at the table (which was covered in a green baize tablecloth) taking a very keen interest in one, long extended claw.
"So who's playin' tonight? Bob the Bassett?"
"Nope! He's got friction burns on his willy again".
"A-ha! Running over asphalt, huh?"
"What can I say? He has short legs. Blossom and Zac of the Cardiff ... er, Bossom'n Zac's ... will be here."
"They got money?"
"Uh-huh!"
"I'll take it."
Liza scanned the room.
"You said you'd lay on some food".
"I did! I've got chips and Quack-a-Moley"
"D'you mean guacamole?"
"No. Quack-a-Moley. Got runny duck in it"
"Ah, you mean Ruddy Duck"
"No, no, it was definitely runny when we found it".
"Found it?"
"Down by the river. Been dead for a good two weeks. That's how we found it. Smells good, doesn't it? Zac picked up the moles from the garden. They're fresh. A little chewed, but fresh".
Liza Bean glanced at the door.
"D'ya know what? I think I kinda left, like, er, left something ... anything ... in the oven. I just gotta ... gotta ..."
Liza Bean made a break for the door, her claws struggling to gain purchase on the laminate flooring. After a few seconds, the front door slammed behind her.
"Did it work?" I asked Sym as I craned my neck around the door.
"Like a charm!" he answered, waving the credit card that Liza had left behind
He looked at it. "This Pearl," he said. "She must be some kinda fruit-loop to let Liza steal her credit card all the time."
Liza Bean Bitey sauntered down the hallway.
"Anyone sniffing my bottom looses an eye!"
Sym trailed along behind her as she headed down the hall towards the dining room, aka the 'poker room'. He stopped at the door and threw me a quick glance.
"This is her, isn't it?" I whispered.
"Uh-huh!"
"Scary!"
"Nah! Terrifying's more like it!"
"I can hear every word, you know"
Sym entered the din... sorry, the poker room and closed the door.
Liza Bean sat at the table (which was covered in a green baize tablecloth) taking a very keen interest in one, long extended claw.
"So who's playin' tonight? Bob the Bassett?"
"Nope! He's got friction burns on his willy again".
"A-ha! Running over asphalt, huh?"
"What can I say? He has short legs. Blossom and Zac of the Cardiff ... er, Bossom'n Zac's ... will be here."
"They got money?"
"Uh-huh!"
"I'll take it."
Liza scanned the room.
"You said you'd lay on some food".
"I did! I've got chips and Quack-a-Moley"
"D'you mean guacamole?"
"No. Quack-a-Moley. Got runny duck in it"
"Ah, you mean Ruddy Duck"
"No, no, it was definitely runny when we found it".
"Found it?"
"Down by the river. Been dead for a good two weeks. That's how we found it. Smells good, doesn't it? Zac picked up the moles from the garden. They're fresh. A little chewed, but fresh".
Liza Bean glanced at the door.
"D'ya know what? I think I kinda left, like, er, left something ... anything ... in the oven. I just gotta ... gotta ..."
Liza Bean made a break for the door, her claws struggling to gain purchase on the laminate flooring. After a few seconds, the front door slammed behind her.
"Did it work?" I asked Sym as I craned my neck around the door.
"Like a charm!" he answered, waving the credit card that Liza had left behind
He looked at it. "This Pearl," he said. "She must be some kinda fruit-loop to let Liza steal her credit card all the time."
