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!
....And I thought cats were supposed to be helpful muses.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you keep trying to reason with her, Sisyphus.
ReplyDeleteMy 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!
ReplyDeletehttp://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 ;-)
ReplyDeleteHowever, 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.
ReplyDelete*snerk* I love these!
ReplyDeleteMy 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....