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Friday, June 06, 2008

 

The Mikalogues meet literature


Mika: Aha, see you has book! Mika fites book! Bites it!

Kit: Mika, stop that.

Mika: Paper products is for chewin.

Kit: Mika, I wish you'd stop trying to eat my books whenever you see me reading. Books are important, you know.

Mika: Why?

Kit: Well, sweetie, people care about books. I write books. People work very hard to put all those letters down on the page.

Mika: Wif pen?

Kit: Yes, that's right. You take a pen and make shapes that spell out words.

Mika: Chase pen! Catch it! This good game.

Kit: I know you like chasing pens. That's why I close the door of my study. You kept trying to catch my pen tip when I was writing.

Mika: Close door, Mika has nap. Can chew book?

Kit: Sweetie, do you have some kind of animus against literature? It's writing that keeps you in cat food, you know.

Mika: Animouse? Where? Fites it!

Comments:
....And I thought cats were supposed to be helpful muses.
 
I love the way you keep trying to reason with her, Sisyphus.

My kitty used to like to sit on notebooks. Especially when I needed them. Once, when he was a little kitten, I picked up my history notes and pretty much flung him into the air -- he had stuck each of the toes of his front paws between the spaces spiral binding.

Cats look silly doin' pull-ups. :-D
 
Cats read with their rears. I thought everyone knew that!
 
http://flickr.com/photos/tezmilleroz/sets/72157603923024930/ Proof that my Manny plays nice with my books. He may not like them, but he does tolerate them ;-)

However, he does chew the plastic covering on vinyl records.

Sounds like Mika needs a bottle top to chase ;-)

Thanks for sharing, and have a lovely day! :-)
 
My dog, when he was a puppy, used to grab my books and run down the hall with them, as fast as he could, shaking them like rats he had caught. He knew I would chase him to get them back, too.
 
*snerk* I love these!

My mom used to say that when she was up early in the mornings or late at night reading/meditating, the cat would come and curl up on her lap, obscuring the book. We had a whole theory worked out at one point about how many cubic centimetres of intelligence (we were ten, okay, so cc's seemed a reasonable way to measure IQ) that the cat picked up each day by doing this. Then of course he used his new-found education in his secret life as an international feline spy....
 
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