My lady human is the envy of the neigbourhood! They were all sticking their messy furried head out while I was serenading her. She should be proud!
-Why, thank you for coming! You took your time. I am longing to go to bed -your bed- to sleep, to rest, to dream. I hope you had already made it; rumpling the bed sheets of an untidy bed is no fun at all.
-Who do you think you are? Can’t you see I am dying of starvation and you don’t even bother to move a finger to prevent it? And don’t you “the bowl still has food” me because I am not in the mood for bad jokes! Come on, don’t stay there, staring at me like that! Feed me before I faint!!!!
Where am I? Ah, yes! In the closet. What a cozy place to sleep tight in, the closet! All those soft and clean clothes really make me a proper bed. And speaking of which, my lady human’s bed looks very pretty all untidy. She will be very happy… or not and I don’t care. Uhmmmmm! What’s that smell? Love is in the air!!!!!!! Nope, it’s bacon. Yummy! God, I am so hungry! So much! I am going downstairs to get something to eat. If only the staircase didn’t have so many steps. Thirteen! Too many. I can’t afford it. I will call my lady human to bring me to the kitchen.
-Hey, you, woman, come and take me to the kitchen! Hey, take me downstairs! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Meoooooooooooooooooooooow!
-At last! I have been waiting for you for hours! HOURS! Now, take me to the kitchen and feed me, for I am very hungry.
-Bacon, I want bacon. Give me bacon. GI-VE-ME-BA-CON-NOW! What? It’s all your fault. How am I supposed to get your attention but scratching your legs if my puss in boots eyes always go unnoticed when I am under the table? And I don’t care you are wearing your best jeans. Jeans, funny name for the scratching pole. Jesus! Stop complaining and give me bacon. I had tasted it before? Yes, I did. I liked it? Never your mind! Just give me the bloody bacon. What do you mean it’s not bacon? Chori-what? Chorizo!!! Fine, chorizo. Give me some!
-Yuck! How can you eat that rubbish! No, I won’t eat it! And you better save your breath and take it easy, because I won’t eat it, no matter how angry you get.
-Don’t shout at me! It was the dog’s fault. Didn’t you watch her trying to eat my chorizo? Yes, I said I didn’t like it and that I wouldn’t eat it, but it’s mine and the dog won’t eat it. And, come on, it’s only a scratch. The bloody dog will live.
The sun is inviting me to sleep under its rays. Nice! I will sleep here. After all the drama with the dog and my chorizo, I forgot to eat my dry food. Oh, well! I will wait until the lady human comes out to feed the neighbourhood cats and then I will beg her to feed me. Is it dinner yet? Here comes the first one. My money is on him. Gloves does go all the way into the house to let the humans know he is there and wants to eat. I will be fed now. The way he meows will grant me my bowl soon.
-Hello, there! I am under the table. Feed me. What’s that? It smells good. Ah, chicken! No big deal, but it’s something. Give me more. Why are you so pinchpenny? Give me more. Hey, I want more! Stop complaining about my claws and feed me! What do you mean you already ate it all? There you have it, you’re plump because you eat too much!! I will eat dry food.
-Let me out! Open the door and let me out, I need to use my litter box. If you don’t let me out I will pee on the couch. On the count of 5: one… two… three… Why, thank you!
The night is warm. I’ll stay in the garden. Michelle, let’s hunt snails! Come on, let’s run about… Who are you? You cannot come here without my approval and I don’t approve of you. If you’re looking for trouble, I am your cat!
-Tolkien, it’s 2 am, shut up and let us sleep!!!!
TOOOOOOOOOOOLKIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!