Children of Bast...
Raven: Chitten, I think you'll want to move in a minute. Kallian and I are... well... about to get amorous and you're not invited.
Chitten: *My bed. Not moving.*
Kallian: Eh, she'll flee in a minute when the blankets get rucked.
(Blankets are duly rucked.)
Chitten: *My bed. My place. My keechers.* Purrrrrr... (Stretches out paws to prod me in the side and then curls up closer.)
Raven: (Starts to laugh.)
Kallian: Look, chitten, this is my keecher and I'm bothering her and being paid attention to, not you. Ha! (Puts hand over chitten's paws. Chitten removes paw and puts it over his hand instead. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.) Grrrr!
Raven: (Now laughing far too much for someone halfway through the activity she is currently engaged in.) Ignore the chitten. She's a child of Bast; she wins.
Neurons: Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair, top of cupboard, window ledge, in the middle, on the edge... and next to you when you're having sex. We don't remember that line being in the poem...
Chitten: *My bed. Not moving.*
Kallian: Eh, she'll flee in a minute when the blankets get rucked.
(Blankets are duly rucked.)
Chitten: *My bed. My place. My keechers.* Purrrrrr... (Stretches out paws to prod me in the side and then curls up closer.)
Raven: (Starts to laugh.)
Kallian: Look, chitten, this is my keecher and I'm bothering her and being paid attention to, not you. Ha! (Puts hand over chitten's paws. Chitten removes paw and puts it over his hand instead. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.) Grrrr!
Raven: (Now laughing far too much for someone halfway through the activity she is currently engaged in.) Ignore the chitten. She's a child of Bast; she wins.
Neurons: Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair, top of cupboard, window ledge, in the middle, on the edge... and next to you when you're having sex. We don't remember that line being in the poem...