an ordinary afternoon in fall
(I like to imagine Bimfoodle having a deep, manly voice)
A key in the lock of the front door.
Human! You are home! I demand to be fed, this instant! Let me show you the way to the kitchen, in case you've forgotten. This way! This way, I said! Why are you spending time removing garments and moving items? My feeding time is coming up and I will not be ignored!
The human goes to the kitchen.
Here! Put my food here! You always put my food here! Yes, I can smell it! Give me my food! GIVE IT TO ME!
The Human puts a bowl of food on the floor and retreats to the corner with the shiny screen.
Purrrrrfect. Yes. Nom. Omnom. Hmm... Was that all? That's not a lot, is it? I WANT MOAR!
The human shouts and slams her hand on the desk.
Oh alright. It will do. What are you doing in the corner there? Let me inspect the screen. Aha. Move over. I demand to sit with you. Make room!
The human shoves the chair back, clearing her lap.
Good, yes. I have trained you well. Yes, this is a nice lap. Let me just turn around. No, the other way. What are you doing? NO PETTINGS! Keep your fleshy hands off me, I want to sit here in peace. Oh... Well, these pettings aren't bad, I suppose. This could be nice. Perhaps I approve. Mmmmmm... NO! Stop it or I will bite your fingers off! Stupid human. If you move a muscle, I will leave! Don't you dare!
Ah, sod it! I'm going to sit in the warm place by the window.
A key in the lock of the front door.
Human! You are home! I demand to be fed, this instant! Let me show you the way to the kitchen, in case you've forgotten. This way! This way, I said! Why are you spending time removing garments and moving items? My feeding time is coming up and I will not be ignored!
The human goes to the kitchen.
Here! Put my food here! You always put my food here! Yes, I can smell it! Give me my food! GIVE IT TO ME!
The Human puts a bowl of food on the floor and retreats to the corner with the shiny screen.
Purrrrrfect. Yes. Nom. Omnom. Hmm... Was that all? That's not a lot, is it? I WANT MOAR!
The human shouts and slams her hand on the desk.
Oh alright. It will do. What are you doing in the corner there? Let me inspect the screen. Aha. Move over. I demand to sit with you. Make room!
The human shoves the chair back, clearing her lap.
Good, yes. I have trained you well. Yes, this is a nice lap. Let me just turn around. No, the other way. What are you doing? NO PETTINGS! Keep your fleshy hands off me, I want to sit here in peace. Oh... Well, these pettings aren't bad, I suppose. This could be nice. Perhaps I approve. Mmmmmm... NO! Stop it or I will bite your fingers off! Stupid human. If you move a muscle, I will leave! Don't you dare!
Ah, sod it! I'm going to sit in the warm place by the window.