Ollie: “Hey, Isis.”
Ollie: “Pack up the food and water bowls. We’re getting our own blog on Spud’s website!”
Isis: “Sweet! Where is it?”
Ollie: “It’s right here.”
Isis: “Hope to see y’all there.”
Ollie: (Opens one eye to see what all the hubbub is about)
Ollie: Keep it down, will ya? Trying to sleep here.”
Isis: “But look! Our Human has a picture on his odd box!”
Ollie: “The TV?”
Isis: “No, the one he sists in front of for most of the day and sometimes night.”
Ollie: “Ah yes, the Internet Game Music Movie Communication thing.”
Isis: “Well, there are these two cats….”
Ollie: “Oh? Lemme see.” (Leap!)
(Ollie and Isis see the following website featuring Sockington and Pennycat.)
Isis: “Sockington, the black and white one is somewhat charming.”
Ollie: “Pennycat, the orange one seems kinda persnickety.”
(At this point the Human comes in, sees the 2 cats on his desk and starts making loud and alarmed mad noises)
Ollie: “Jiggers! It’s hit the floor and out the door time!”
ZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! x 2
Isis: “Hey, Ollie.”
Isis: “There is a DOG outside.”
Ollie: “I know.”
Ollie: “Yeah, he sometimes comes into the territory to chat with the dog in the other yard or sleep under the wooden thing outside that our Human likes to eat his meals on at times.”
Isis (snarls): ”He is certainly taking liberties what with coming up on the porch and all to get out of the rain.”
Ollie: “Well he doesn’t stick around. Looks like our Human took some pictures.”
Isis: “Something must be done. Oh! Our Human comes.”
Human: “Hi guys. What’s up?”
Isis: “There is a dog on the porch. Can we do him in, please?”
Human: “Yes, you are a good kitty, Isis and I just put your food out this morning.”
(Ollie rolls his eyes and sneezes, his way of saying that he finds this whole thing amusing.)
Human: “You sure are talkative today. Now be a good kitty and don’t make too much noise while I’m working.”
Isis: “No, no no! This is not about food! It’s about our teritory!”
Ollie: “Why do you even bother?”
(The Human walks down the short hallway to his Office and sits down at “The Machine”.)
(Isis makes a sound of disgust, leaps up on the top of the sofa and glares out the window in disgust at the interloper.)
Hullo, what’s this? It must have fallen out of that box that the flat tasty bread like stuff came in. Is it edible?
It looks good. (sniff…whisker touch) It smells good. Therefore….
What a strange sensation! I….(DROOOOOOLLLLLL).
Man, I ain’t diggin’ this at ALL! WATER!
Ollie: “Go away, I’m napping here.”
Isis: “I wants it!”
Ollie: “Beat it, puss! I was here first.”
Isis: “But you won’t be for long.”
Ollie: “Hey! Get outta my face!”
Ollie: “Now I’m MAD!”
BITE! BOP! POW!!
Ollie: “ALRIGHT already! Sheesh! I guess I’ll get something to eat.”
Isis: (Paw, scratch) “Now it’s CLEAN, so I can nap here.” (Turn, knead, Lie down).
Nom..nom…nom….mmmmm this is good.
All hail the Dude with the Food.
I don’t feel well. My food has been coming back up.
My Human has told me we’re going to the Vet first thing Monday morning to get to the bottom of this.
Sleeping is very nice.
I usually sleep on my Human’s bed.
The most comfortable place to sleep is on the covers which cover his chest.
I think he got an image of me while doing so.
While he seemed slightly amused, I was not.
But I like it here. He is so sweet to me.
I can go to sleep listening to the sound of his heart….
that us, until he turns on his side and tosses me off.
Isis: “Hey, Ollie….”
Isis: ” How many minutes are in a year?”
Ollie: “525,600 minutes.”