Dave And Killer And The Fly

I often find myself wondering what my cats are up to when I’m out and about. Do they talk about meaningful things or do they just sleep all day? This (semi) regular post series attempts to shed some light on what goes down when no one is around. I expect there will be more of these as time goes on.

INT. JON’S APARTMENT – DAY

DAVE AND KILLER chill in the living room, staring at each other.

DAVE

Hi.

KILLER

Hi, I guess.

DAVE

I think there’s a fly in the water dish.

KILLER

Again?

DAVE

Huh?

KILLER

Fly. Water dish. You started the conversation.

DAVE

Oh. Yeah.

Dave looks away, and then looks back.

DAVE

I think there’s a--

Killer bonks Dave in the face with his paw and leaves to go check out the fly.

DAVE

(to himself)

Well, that was uncalled for.

KILLER (OS)

Dude, it’s a piece of our food.

DAVE

FOOD?!

Dave scurries off toward the kitchen.

A long overdue Dave And Killer post, I know. I KNOW. Shutup. Well, don’t. Fair enough.