(Editor's note: this is an old Mikalogue that I somehow never got round to publishing and unearthed recently. The photo is recent, though. Things haven't changed.)

Kit: Hi sweetheart.

Mika: 'Lo. Is comfortable. You okay?

Kit: Well, actually I wanted a word with you, honey.

Mika: Is receivin visitors. What can do for you?

Kit: You see, you're lying on my fleece.

Mika: Mika knows this. Knows many things.

Kit: Can I have it back?

Mika: No.

Kit: Please, honey? It's turning cold.

Mika: Mika knows. Is cosy and warm on fleece. Your point?

Kit: But I'm not cosy and warm, because you've got my fleece. And you've already got a beautiful plush coat...

Mika: Yay! Is tryin a new lick technique this week. You like?

Kit: You look gorgeous, honey. But I don't have a coat.

Mika: Is true. You naked and furless. Is bad choice. Must be chilly.

Kit: Well, I am. Because you're on my fleece.

Mika: Is Mika's happy spot.

Kit: Can't I have it back?

Mika: No. Would be wrong, as Mika the clever will demonstrate thus: Is not always on it. You could just steal it when Mika busy elsewhere. You do not do this. Clearly you recognise is Mika's fleece. Is pleased with you.

Kit: Well, I feel guilty, because you like it so much. But I'd like it back too.

Mika: Noo! Is Mika's happy fleece. Fills with warm feelins.

Kit: You remember how it was winter when we first got you? And I was wearing a fleece all the time to keep warm?

Mika: Is true. Was fluffy.

Kit: Is that why you always knead me when I'm wearing one?

Mika: Kneads you other times too. But yes. Fleece is Mika's mum.

Kit: That's why I feel guilty, my little rescue-cat love. You were taken away from your mum too young.

Mika: Wants fleece. Smells of you. Gives cuddles when you too busy workin to cuddle.

Kit: You're really working my conscience, sweetheart.

Mika: So Mika keeps fleece?

Kit: I'm gonna have to think this one over. Maybe I'll find another one for you in a charity shop.

Mika: Now play with Mika or go away.

Kit: This should teach me not to leave my clothes in the hall.

Mika: Why?

Kit: Because you lie on them.

Mika: Does indeed. Your point?

Kit: ...I love you, honey.

Mika: Good thing too.