In conversation
March 31st, 2008, 9:05 pm
The kitty is sitting gawkishly in front of the refrigerator, legs splayed as she bends over and licks a certain part of her anatomy enthusiastically. My dad pauses on the way to the sink and looks at her askance.
“Hey. Sit properly,” he remonstrates. Sasha pauses mid-lick and stares at him. The look on her face is self-explanatory.
What? What are you saying? Food? Are you talking about food?
The kitty and the daddy exchange perplexed looks.
Is it food? Food? Do you understand what I’m saying? FOOD, little man. Give me some.
“Close your legs and sit properly!” Dad pokes her in the thigh with an extended toe.
Not FOOT, stupid, FOOD. Are we talking about food? Are you giving me food? Where’s the food?
Dad gives up and moves on to plonk dishes in the sink. Annoyed, Sash returns to her interrupted grooming.
Ugh. Humans.