Thursday, July 12, 2012

Don't touch!

"Ponder, stop that!" "Greebo, will you please stop?" "Don't you dare destroying my boxes!" "Nooo, it's enough now." "I'm going to sell you, I swear." "What's wrong with you today??" "If you scratch the books in that box, you are going out the window in a second, Mister."
And so on and on and on ....

Why is the crazy lady always yelling at Greebo and me?
"Excuse me, but I'm not yelling at the girls because they don't go after the boxes, they are happy to lie on top." "Yeah, sure, 'cos they are boring. There is stuff in there, interesting stuff. I just know it, it's waiting for me to discover it." "Don't be silly. You know all of that stuff, you have been hanging out in my shelves and cabinets often and long enough." "Not in the nature section, I haven't." "Nature is not even packed up yet. You didn't give the Peanuts books so much as a glance when they were still piled on your cat tower, now you constantly try to get in there and I do not like scratched covers, do you hear me? Do you??" "Nag, nag, nag ... all you can do lately is nag. Yesterday you were all over Meffi and me for some harmless ..." "See, I'm not just yelling at Greebo and you. And some harmless hissing and screeching, not even talking about your banshee act in the empty room??" "Great acoustics, I swear." "We don't do midnight concerts here, Mister Opera Singer. Not if there are people trying to sleep one floor down. Not if I am trying to sleep next door." "WE don't. I do." "No, you don't. And stay away from my glasses. You are crazy. What's the fun in biting my glasses. I'll be lost if these break as well. Wait, is that what you want? Get the human out of the picture? You do know about that opposable thumb thing, don't you?" "You are getting paranoid, lady. Here, let me give you a nose kiss." "Oh man, you always know how to do it, eh? Come here, crazy boy, mmm, you are so nice and soft. Of course you are not plotting against me."

And please don't try to tell me humans are not weird.

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