finals week reprieve--tommy has a pingin flap

While I was away at school my brother and my woman continued to create weird inside joke sillyness with our animals.

some highlights:

A cat we had named Arrow was very grumpy. When he was picked up he growled. A deep long growl like it belonged to a puma. rooowwwwwwwww! So Kevin, randomly, would squeeze the cat in such a way that he looked like an accordion which fluctuated his rowww-ing: roOW-ow-OW-OW-OW! for example.

Our dog Buddy, a chocolate lab who is really the sweetest most chill dog we have ever had became the object of sillyness when Kevin picked him up and sat down with him in such a way that Buddy's feet were facing the ceiling. Then Laura would ask a question, such as, "Who is a pooping machine?" And then Kevin would press on Buddy's elbow which would cause his paw to raise straight up in the air as though he were raising his hand to answer a question. All manner of questions could be asked, as long as the answer was always, "Me."

One of our cats Jasmine (AKA Jazzy, Murrs, Black Ball of Death (BBD) and Stupid Cat!, but mostly Murrs.) has her ears flipped inside out by Kevin at the cries of the rest of the family and then lets her go so she can walk about the house with inside out ears. The ones most bothered by this is everyone else, Murrs doesn't seem to care. But everyone chases after her to correct her inside out ears and scold Kevin at the same time.

So the new thing has been to take our big flabby cat Tommy, a tabby with patterns like an Ocelot, and hold her in front of himself like a rabbit. He holds her back feet with one hand and under her arms in the other and stretchers her out. Then he places something on her feet, like a plastic easter egg or a battery and scrunches her together. Her stomach flab comes plops down and oozes over the egg or battery or whatever and he says, "Tommy has a Pingin flap!" which is from Laura mispronouncing Penguin all the time.

I don't know why they do that. It is always the same.