I just want meowing pettings!
Nov. 7th, 2009 09:00 amThis is so unfair! Boss-lady is going to lie in bed, leaving me out here, meow and all alone, sitting desolately on the cold tiles of the hallway. I'll meow the kitten-eyes on her.
Oh! It worked. I get to go with her into the bedroom. But meow! there is a big white sheet hanging between me and her. Meow! I don't get it. I can still see her, but meow if it isn't true there's no way to get inside.
Oh! Wait! Here's an opening. But I can't admit I didn't see it before. Let's meow around in a squeaky voice, that always gets their attention to how terribly cute I am.
Boss-lady is lying down in bed. This will not meow! I must help her!
Hop, onto the bed I go. There. Now I can still do the cute meow at her, to see if she reacts.
Huzzah, she reacts. But she calls me a dolt, which is very meow unfair. Oh, now she pats the bed. I guess I'll go over to there then. Aha! Pettings occur. Purrrrr. Purrrr. Oh wait, no, now the other side! Purrrr. Purrrrr. I forgot, did my other side get pettings yet? Purrrrrr.
Oh look! I can meow under the blankets. I'll have a quick peeksie.
Who turned off the exits? Where did all the light go? I'll panic, that's what I'll... oooooooh pettings. I'll just meow poke my head out from under the blankets, and lie here. Purrr.
But I was more comfortable over there. Wait a meowing second already, I'll just... ohh, that's the belly. I'll just meow fall over here. Purrr. Purrr.
I have to go? I have to meowing go?! I was so cute, and I was fluffy and I was being petted and you bosses are really mean to a poow wittle kitty such as me.
I'll hide under the bed and pretend I don't know I have to go. Boss-man is meow being stern. Boss-man is too big to fit underneath the bed.
Oh noes, I'm being attacked from meow the back! I runs!
Cold tiles. I'm all alone on the cold tiles and meow no pettings. They closed the door... ooh I hear kibble in the kitchen. My daughter is meow eating it all! I runs!
Oh! It worked. I get to go with her into the bedroom. But meow! there is a big white sheet hanging between me and her. Meow! I don't get it. I can still see her, but meow if it isn't true there's no way to get inside.
Oh! Wait! Here's an opening. But I can't admit I didn't see it before. Let's meow around in a squeaky voice, that always gets their attention to how terribly cute I am.
Boss-lady is lying down in bed. This will not meow! I must help her!
Hop, onto the bed I go. There. Now I can still do the cute meow at her, to see if she reacts.
Huzzah, she reacts. But she calls me a dolt, which is very meow unfair. Oh, now she pats the bed. I guess I'll go over to there then. Aha! Pettings occur. Purrrrr. Purrrr. Oh wait, no, now the other side! Purrrr. Purrrrr. I forgot, did my other side get pettings yet? Purrrrrr.
Oh look! I can meow under the blankets. I'll have a quick peeksie.
Who turned off the exits? Where did all the light go? I'll panic, that's what I'll... oooooooh pettings. I'll just meow poke my head out from under the blankets, and lie here. Purrr.
But I was more comfortable over there. Wait a meowing second already, I'll just... ohh, that's the belly. I'll just meow fall over here. Purrr. Purrr.
I have to go? I have to meowing go?! I was so cute, and I was fluffy and I was being petted and you bosses are really mean to a poow wittle kitty such as me.
I'll hide under the bed and pretend I don't know I have to go. Boss-man is meow being stern. Boss-man is too big to fit underneath the bed.
Oh noes, I'm being attacked from meow the back! I runs!
Cold tiles. I'm all alone on the cold tiles and meow no pettings. They closed the door... ooh I hear kibble in the kitchen. My daughter is meow eating it all! I runs!
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Date: 2009-11-07 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-07 11:37 am (UTC):-)
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Date: 2009-11-07 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-07 12:37 pm (UTC)This morning I got the food (albeit a little late), but then boss-man, who for some reason likes to get wet every morning, got into that nasty room with the cold tiles. And boss-lady stayed in bed. Now that was not good! So I meowed some more. And some more. Boss-lady called me into the bedroom, but that wouldn't do. Nasty upstairs. I meowed and meowed until she finally got downstairs and petted me. Prrrrr!
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Date: 2009-11-07 02:46 pm (UTC)But then when they return we meow help them when they take all the jump-overs and the crawl-throughs back to our nests. We stand on the top of the staircase and meow them back to the nest.
Your boss-lady is very mean to let you wait for your kibble for so long. She can sleep later! A beautysleep only takes many many hours but she can stand to be meow awake when you need kibble, right?!
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Date: 2009-11-08 07:06 pm (UTC)The insolence!