[Today’s talking cat story is a guest post written by my son. The events below transpired last night after we had all gone to bed. If you like it, be sure to comment and let him know! — Kari]
Sir Oliver: I desire petting. *walks into Son’s room* Oh. My servant is asleep. I shall wake him. *begins prodding son’s face*
Son: Zzzzzzzxxxnnxx *wakes up* Huh?
Sir Oliver: Oh, good, you are awake. I require a massage.
Son: Dude! It’s 11pm.
Sir Oliver: Time is a social construct invented by humans to avoid their responsibilities towards their feline overlords.
Son: Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.
Sir Oliver: This is outrageous. I will be filing a complaint with the Feline Overlords Union.
Son: Good luck with that. Zzzzzzzz.
Sir Oliver: Hmph. Just for that, I am going to leave a hairball right here where you will step in it when you wake up.
This weekend we got adopted by a dog.
When we met him at the shelter, he kept going back to Ian. He liked everybody, but Ian was clearly his favorite, and he got along with Emerson too, which is obviously essential.
GUEST AUTHOR: Karifur’s Son
Son: Selby, Emerson, time to come inside!
Emerson: I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU! I will be happy to come inside.
Son: That’s weird, the gate is closed but Selby’s not in the yard. We will have to find her. Let’s go for a walk.
Emerson: I think maybe she went down this alley. Something smells Selbyish over here. FOLLOW ME!
Son: I don’t see her anywhere…
Selby: *POOF* Surprise! Here I am! Race you home LOL!
Emerson: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
Son: Whoa, guys wait for me!