Complaint Department: Worth
Originally published at A Singularity. You can comment here or there.
the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor. [Elizabeth Bear's LJ]
I’ve been reading these awhile but this is the first time I’ve felt like re-posting them. They are conversations between Elizabeth Bear and her cats she posts on her LiveJournal. Monkey is here. Complaint Department is one of her cats.
Monkey: Um. Cat?
Complaint Department: *mysteriously absent*
Monkey: Why is there a hairball in my bed?
Complaint Department: *curiously elsewhere*
Monkey: Why is there a hairball in my bed, between the sheets?
Complaint Department: *nowhere to be found*
Monkey: Cat, if you’re unwell, perhaps we need to go to the vet. Seriously. This hairball!
Complaint Department: It’s spring. I’m shedding.
Monkey: In my bed!
Complaint Department: I didn’t feel good. It was a very large hairball.
Monkey: Between the SHEETS!
Complaint Department: The kitten tucked me in. Besides, it was time you changed the sheets anyway.
Monkey: I just changed them last week.
Complaint Department: You’re not the only one who sleeps in this bed, you know.
Monkey: Trust me. I know.
Complaint Department: …
Monkey: I don’t love you anymore.
Complaint Department: You were never worthy of me anyway.
If you are interested in more, you can read almost all of them by following this tag.
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