The Snack Den

[?]

* callz out from hole * nu worriez, Rick! 


* pokez head out * eeep!  ee I meanz,  Hewwo Naake!    just nomming

[Teo]

Hi naake! *jumps up onto feet*

[Fuzzpaws]

Shakes off snow from back and neck.. 


"Had to go to the groomers... had clumps of something in my fur, groomer said it looked like paint. Hurt when they brushed it out..."


Looks around for the little ones..


"Hungry.." pads to kitchen looking for something to eat. finds Pork Chops, drags the whole pan back towards the couch.

[Firox]

*pokes head out*
Hai Naake

Sowwy about the paint Naake

[?]

* flatten earz * eee sorry Naakez 


* sinkz back down and starts drinking bit more apple juice from pan until it gets emptied * 

[Fuzzpaws]

Voraciously attacks pork chops, eating like a starving wolf... bits of pork all over the place, crunches right thru the bones and keeps going. 


Grabs one in teeth and throws it across the den... grows loudly  "Someone overcooked the porkchops! I'll have their paws if it happens again!"  Goes back to eating..
 

[Teo]

Damn naake, it's only a pork chop

*rick hops up and sits on the kitchen side*

[?]

* pokez top of head out and watchez Naake, looks at mah paws and starts wondering what will happendz when he tries to getz coffee and finds pan missing *    ehh


* buts thinkz of a plan,  * 

[Firox]

good thing it's not me or Vee, we are too small to cook
 


eeee... *starts thinking the same*
*noms a little of the tuna*

[Fuzzpaws]

   Grins evilly at Rick then continues the tirade  "But it's tough as the sole of an old boot.... supposed to be tender, not pig jerky..."


Finishes pan of chops without throwing any more... carries pan back to kitchen, looks for something else... finds a rack of beef ribs in BBQ sauce, drags that pan back towards the couch...

[?]

* leavez hole and goes up to Naake, and sits right in front of teh ribs * 

[Teo]

Look at all the mess you've made! *throws a piece of chop that landed near me at naake*

[Firox]

enjoy them Naake, smells good
   lots of nomz smell good


Vee, how close are we to the couch?
*looks but now I is alone in the hole*
*follows to be closer to all the furs*

[?]

* callz back * A bitz away 

[Fuzzpaws]

jumps up and grabs the pork chop, throws it back at Rick... "I no wantz it!"




pushes pan of ribs closer to couch, leans side against couch, starts eating the ribs. BBQ sauce from my nose to my chest... some even on my forehead as I tear into them!