Author’s note: I will attempt to create a dialogue between Evil Kitty (Evil) and Good Flynn (Good) as inspired by angloswisss and katzenworld and pals, of course.
Evil: I’m bored.
Good: You always are. Can’t you do something new?
Evil: I did. I peed on your computer!
Good: What? That’s not nice! Did you break it?
Evil: I don’t know. It still lights up. And it smells, too.
Good: Let me check! (Checks everything and wiping up the mess). Whew. Thank goodness it still works. What’s got into you?
Evil: I’m bored. You see. When you don’t pay enough attention to me, I get anxious. It’s troubling just to sit here on my favorite window pane and not get some fresh air, you know!
Good: I’m so sorry, so sorry! I’ll remember to let you out once in a awhile. But you do realize that you are a house cat, right?
Evil: Yeah, yeah. I know. But one day, I’d like to go outdoors and chase me some mice, birds, and butterflies. Did you know other cats get to play with butterflies and eat them, too?
Good: Goodness, gracious! That’s barbaric! Butterflies are beautiful little creatures! I can’t image sweet little kitty cats would dare eat something too small. Besides, wouldn’t you rather have your daily dose of enriched supplement of dried cat food?
Evil: It’s not the same, human! I demand more than pre-packaged foodstuff served by your kinds. I’d really like to romp around the grass, scrape up some dirt, take a whiff of grass and maybe chew on dandelion flowers, just to enjoy the finer things of nature. Wouldn’t you agree?
Good: Yeah, but I’d rather you not do that. You’d get your finely kept fur all dirty. I didn’t spend hundreds of dollars on you just so you can be free to mess up your coat.
Evil: Yeah, well. Think about what I said. It’s not fair I’m stuck indoors the whole day. Can you at least put me in stroller and push me around town? I’d like that. And maybe we could get ice cream along the way.
Good: But strollers are for babies! You are hardly that young. And cats don’t eat ice cream. Dairy doesn’t go well with your digestive system.
Evil: Oh, pooh! Now I grow weary of trying to win my freedom, err, I mean can’t you just carry me outdoors once in a while and in your arms? That would be nice! I promise I won’t scratch, hiss, or jump out.
Good: I don’t know. You do look a little frazzled. Maybe just a few minutes might cheer you up. Will you come along now?
Evil: Sure.
Good: Great!
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Author’s note again: Well, that was weird. I script flowed rather fast. I’m not sure I like this type of blog. I’d rather read it from others. Short and sweet. Mine has no humor. Dry. That’s sucks. Thanks for reading though. Blogging isn’t the same. Just more writing of the same topic, different events, that’s all.
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