So, Suzy hopped up on the arm of my
chair, looking pointedly at the pull-out cat perch. Of course I pulled it out
so she could get a word in edgewise while I was typing away.
“M’keow,” she said, rusty like she was out of practice.
“What’s up, Narrow Cat,” I said.
“Oh, nothing. What are you doing?” asked she.
“Well, I’m compiling a bunch of stories about you cats,” I said. “It’s to be called Beneath The Ears. Isn’t that cute?” I said. “Anyone would immediately think of those pointy little ears sticking up.”
“Doesn’t sound like a best seller to me. Who wants to read about cats?” remarked Ms. Suzy.
“You might be surprised, Suzy. Sometimes I think the internet is about 34% cat photos and stories. Then there are print books and magazines. Maybe you should learn to read!” I suggested.
“Well, Plady, don’t forget what’s actually under my ears. My processor is different from yours. I have a lot of really fine instincts, visual skills, very fancy muscles and stuff. I am highly emotional. I am half love, and half comforter seeker, with some pouncing thrown in.
“Deciphering print isn’t there,” asserted herself.
“You speak English pretty well, Suzy Q!” I said right back.
“That’s because you are writing fiction,” said Suzy. “You put words in my mouth all the time!”
“Oh, p’shaw! How else are you going to communicate with the world outside?” I queried.
“That’s deep, real deep, and weird, Lady. Are you going to tell all the stinky things Willie and Mr. Baby Fluffbag get up to?” said Suzy.
“Oh, come on!” I said. “Willie’s a great brother, full of helpful wisdom! And you know you love Mr. Baby. That’s why you bop him on the nose when he passes. I know love when I see it!” I chortled.
“Not true!” she squeaked.
“Is so!” I said.
“Found out! Found out!” she said and bolted off of the desk.
I wouldn’t get another word out of her now!
There was a dry little cough behind me.
“Did you see that?” I asked Willie, who was hanging around nearby, as usual.
He winked!
“M’keow,” she said, rusty like she was out of practice.
“What’s up, Narrow Cat,” I said.
“Oh, nothing. What are you doing?” asked she.
“Well, I’m compiling a bunch of stories about you cats,” I said. “It’s to be called Beneath The Ears. Isn’t that cute?” I said. “Anyone would immediately think of those pointy little ears sticking up.”
“Doesn’t sound like a best seller to me. Who wants to read about cats?” remarked Ms. Suzy.
“You might be surprised, Suzy. Sometimes I think the internet is about 34% cat photos and stories. Then there are print books and magazines. Maybe you should learn to read!” I suggested.
“Well, Plady, don’t forget what’s actually under my ears. My processor is different from yours. I have a lot of really fine instincts, visual skills, very fancy muscles and stuff. I am highly emotional. I am half love, and half comforter seeker, with some pouncing thrown in.
“Deciphering print isn’t there,” asserted herself.
“You speak English pretty well, Suzy Q!” I said right back.
“That’s because you are writing fiction,” said Suzy. “You put words in my mouth all the time!”
“Oh, p’shaw! How else are you going to communicate with the world outside?” I queried.
“That’s deep, real deep, and weird, Lady. Are you going to tell all the stinky things Willie and Mr. Baby Fluffbag get up to?” said Suzy.
“Oh, come on!” I said. “Willie’s a great brother, full of helpful wisdom! And you know you love Mr. Baby. That’s why you bop him on the nose when he passes. I know love when I see it!” I chortled.
“Not true!” she squeaked.
“Is so!” I said.
“Found out! Found out!” she said and bolted off of the desk.
I wouldn’t get another word out of her now!
There was a dry little cough behind me.
“Did you see that?” I asked Willie, who was hanging around nearby, as usual.
He winked!
😻
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