My sister's new kitten plays fetch. I feel I really don't need to elaborate this.
-Since my parents got divorced the two family dogs, Spock and Sanchez, have been separated. After taking Sanchez with me back over to my mom's house for Christmas Eve, I realized that these two former housemates were separted quite abruptly from each other. Then I imagined if this had happened to me what the reaction would be like, and then my side-tangent of a mind led me to imagine Spock and Sanchez reacting to seeing each other for the first time in months:
Sanchez: (walking into my mom's apartment) Spock?
Spock: (lifting his head up from his doggie cigarette) Sanchez? Oh my god, dude, where the fuck have you been?!
(Sanchez and Spock go in for a handshake/one-arm dude hug)
Sanchez: So what the hell man? What happened? You just up and took off one day?
Spock: Yeah man, I'm living with mom. Apparently shit got real and I got evicted.
Sanchez: Oooooh. No shit man?
Spock: What about you? Are you still living at Dad's?
Sanchez: Yeah, it's alright, but this cat moved for the break. She's alright, but she's kind of a pain in the ass.
Spock: Yeah I heard. Sorry to hear about that.
Sanchez: Meh. Can I get a drag off that? (Spock passes the doggie cigarette)
-I've been fascinated of what the culture of the "divorced kid" life would be like, especially during the holidays, which as it turns out, has an emphasis on decent but ambiguous Christmas presents (movie tickets, and on one occasion, a hookah), which my sister and I now call "divorce kid presents". It's kind of great.
-My sister loves the show Criminal Minds, which is total crap, but apparently has the creepiest role ever played by Jason Alexander: