Her Grace and Sleekness the Duchess of Yowl: Pick me up, I want to sit on you.
Me: I'm trying to work here.
DoY: I need to sunbathe here!
Me: ok, ok, come on up.
DoY: No, I want you to move to the left. I want to sit on you and get the sun through the window.
Me: (scooching to the left 3/4") ok, is this where you want to sit?
DoY: No. Move to the right.
Me: (scooching to the right 1/4") ok, come here, I'll pet you.
DoY: Your paws smell funny. You've been drinking toxic sludge again haven't you?
Me: If you mean Cafe Bustelo, then yes.
DoY: Civilized animals drink tea.
Me: You don't drink tea.
(sardonic glare standoff)
DoY: move to the left again, you're still not in the right place.
Me: As long as I'm moving around, you're not getting petted in the sun, yanno.
DoY: A beam on the head is worth two on the tush.
Me: I'm being out punned by a cat.
DoY: Better than being outbunned by a hot dog.
Me: You're in league with Colin Smith, aren't you?
15 comments:
Outbunned by a hot dog! Too funny. DoY is really on her game this morning :)
Ha!! So love these little snippets of life with DoY.
I suspect this has been said before, but you should pitch your own book about these convos with your cat. They are delightful and something I would pay to read.
Haha! DoY has suspicions about Colin!
Hilarious. I love the little swirl of dark fur by her ear.
Ha! The DoY has a great sense of humor. I'll be interested in what Colin has to say!
And I agree with her comments on tea. Tea is my official fuel.
Wow, the DoY gives a GREAT side-eye. That's giving me the chills!
Hope everyone has a good, writerly week.
Do Colin and the Duchess have a secret means of communication? I'm intrigued! Please keep the puns coming :-)
Looks like Colin has some serious competition =)
Ha! Now Colin and the Duchess have their own league! The only question remains: are they for the Forti? Or against?
Dun dun DURRRRRR
A shout out from the DoY?!! Colin, your Thanksgiving is going to be anti-climactic after this.
(I was trying to turn climactic into a "cat" pun, but I'll leave that up to your league experts.)
mmmm, Cafe Bustelo...
Also, my big-little dog* has a very particular schedule set in her head, and way of doing things. Of note (with regards to where one should sit), she curls up in a particular place on the couch and then stares accusingly at the nearest human, who should of course ensconce themselves adjacent while she chews her toy and/or naps. And probably, also, they should put the blanket on her.
*like, Ulrike weighs 75 pounds, which is as much as Elka weighed. But she is shorter and squarer and her head very different, and so she seems like such a tiny baby still, when by all rights she is indeed a large dog.
What do you expect when you are the human slave to a Duchess?
I sympathize with Her Royal Highness. Good staff is hard to find.
Ha! Excellent. "A beam on the head is worth two on the tush." *Makes a note*
The truth comes out. DoY writes all my material. :)
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