The title is pretty self-explanatory. I have this cousin, who is actually more like a sister, who lived with us for 5 years while she went to college here. During those 5 years we discovered that we quite like getting into silly shenanigans when we're alone together. Add in boredom and it's the perfect storm.
We have this thing in my family where we'll randomly start talking like southern preachers. Not to mock them, mind you. It just happens to be highly entertaining for us for some reason. I blame ada. He's outrageously good at it. We also have a thing for cats. My cousin and I, that is. Not so much the rest of the family. They're not against cats (well, mostly, anyway), they just don't quite share the same appreciation and love of cats/kittens that Dewie (my cousin/sister) and I do. Anyways, Dewie and I were hanging out one night, goofing off and being silly, when the southern preacher decided to come out in us. I'm not quite sure how it came about (it all happened rather fast), but in the midst of our bellowing it out southern preacher style, we decided that it would be a good idea to baptize my cat. So we scooped her off the bed, marched to the dog dish, and proceeded to flick water over her head while continuing to yell in southern accents. Needless to say, we're pretty good at what we do. We got the other cat some time later. Converting kitties ain't no easy task, folks.
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