A few days ago, I wrote briefly on Facebook about talking with cats. I didn’t come anywhere near covering it all and they complained a bit. So, here is more of a day’s conversations, though even this doesn’t cover it all either.
Yes, I was asleep!
I know, I know — just a minute! Yes, you’re quite right — it’s time for breakfast. What do you want?
Whatever are you doing with your food?
Yes, yes, you’re the most wonderful cats ever!
You’re the one who pushed your toy under there — you get it back out!
Why are there 57 tiny wads of crumpled paper under the fridge? And 11 milk bottle tops?
No, I don’t need to go to the door — it’s not the doorbell. It’s your brother playing the wind chimes on the porch.
What do you want? Yes, that’s a wicked, sassy squirrel in the window. He knows you can’t reach him on the other side of the glass. No, I’m not going to come and chase him away — I am not the official squirrel chaser! There are four cats living here to chase squirrels and mice away. I have other jobs to do, no matter what you think. Tell Duffy — he’s the king of the house.
I don’t know what you did with your catnip mouse, Robbie — you have other catnip mice, you know! In your toy box.
Yes, your toys are hidden in your toybox.
No, it isn’t time for another treat yet.
Who pushed the spoons off of the counter and into the waterbowl? O, yes, Robbie, you scored a hole in one, didn’t you?
Marzipan, why are you looking so innocent? You’re not going to tell, are you?
Robbie, what are you looking so smug about? O, you caught a HUGE catnip mouse. What a wonderful hunter you are!
Thank you for the feather, Marzipan. It’s just what I wanted. O, you want it back? Okay, there you go.
I know, I know — just a minute! Lunchtime snacks! Please let me walk into the kitchen. Here you are!
Sally, you’ve got Robbie’s mouse, haven’t you? That’s why he’s crying and looking all over the house for it. Why are you hiding it under the covers? You don’t really want it at all, do you? O… of course, you might need it later.
Marzipan, please stop eating the plastic bin liner.
Marzipan, why are you sticking your nose in my ear and whuffling? It doesn’t make me type faster, you know.
Yes, I do love you too! Yes, I love all of you. I agree — it wasn’t well planned for me to have two hands instead of four. Thank you all for the lovely petting session! Does anyone remember what I was writing before it started?
Please don’t hold down the delete key so you can watch the cursor untype things.
Thank you for washing my nose, Marzipan.
May I type now?
You goof! Whatever are you doing?
Yes, that’s a BIG bird at the window feeder, Duffy! True, he’s not as big as you are — but he looks even bigger when he spreads his wings and flaps them.
No, it’s not yet time for another treat.
Marzipan, please, don’t sit on the keyboard.
Marzipan, please don’t run on the keyboard.
Marzipan, please don’t sit on my hands while I’m typing.
Yes, Marzipan, you have the most gorgeous, irresistible tummy ever.
No, you do not need to look in my mouth — please stop patting my lips and trying to pry them open.
May I please have the paper you’re sitting on? No, I don’t need holes punched in it. But while you’re feeling helpful, could you kindly bring back at least one of my pencils?
Thank you for bringing me the feather duster. Yes, we can play with it. O, you brought a nice string too — how kind of you!
Yes, you’re right — it’s time for dinner. You all have clocks in your stomachs, don’t you?
Truly, it’s all right if I take the empty plates away — you shall have them back in the morning. Yes, they do need to be washed in the sink even though you cleaned them very well.
It’s nice to settle down for a while in the evening, isn’t it? Would it help if I read you to sleep? No? I see — you all need to arrange your own and each others’ fur.
Yes, I would like to be sleeping now.
Duffy, do you have any idea how heavy you are?
Do any of you want under the covers or not? Not? Just you, Sally? All right, but don’t anyone else complain later.
Why are you all running across the bed and up and down the hall? O, it’s 3 AM — the Wild Hour. Yes, I know — All Proper Cats Do It. I’ll just cover my head up until it’s over, shall I? NO, it is NOT time for treats, O Mighty Hunters!