[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.