“Yes Tabby.”
“Not “yes Tabby” but open the window. Things are going from bad to worse in my household. Not only do I have to wait for the window to be opened, but even the curtains are closed. You should revise your book of rules for feline slaves.”
“Sorry Tabby, but I was taking my afternoon sleep.”
“If I stopped working because I was taking a sleep, you would soon complain.”
“You work?”
“Of course I work. Do you think it is an easy job chewing hard vitamine pellets. I use most of my energy for eating the pellets, I am exhausted afterwards and have to take a 6 hour sleep to recover. And the manufacture of a hairball is not easy. Have you seen how I must concentrate my attention on the production.”
“Yes Tabby, often. That is when I have to concentrate my energy in clearing the mess away afterwards.”
“That is not a mess, but an artistic creation. So open the widow now.”
“Of course Tabby, your wish is my command.”
“And so it should be.”
“Where are you going now?””
“I have changed my mind and decided go out on the other side of my appartment.”
“Oh, thanks for lettting me know.”
“So why are you standing around, have you nothing better to do like openng the window on the other side?”
“But Tabby, you have your very own cat flap on that side of the appartment.”
“And. I have to position myself in front of the flap and push my way through, hoping that it will open.”
“It always opens, for that you have a special magnet on your collar.”
“Talking of collars, I have decided to no longer wear one. That is a symbol of feline slavery.”
“I thought I was the slave.”
“Where is your collar.”
“Tabby, this discussion is leading nowhere. If your highness could peraps decide when and where that it prefers to leave its feline mansion it would be a good idea. And forget the collar.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, typial ingratitude I had bought you one in black leather for a catmas gift.”
The Cat Chronicles 