I started this entry with some beautiful photos. They are details of lovely flowers. However, I decided that I’ve posted enough flower photos lately. And since I don’t really talk to people, interviewing a person is out of the question. No, I talk to people, just kidding. I was just too lazy to bother anyone. So, I decided to interview the biggest rock stars I know, my cats. I wanted to get the dirt behind the glamor.
What is your age in human years? I am 16 years old in human time. But I’ve always been very mature for my age.
Who is your favorite human? Human? Oh, those big pink things that walk around? I’d have to say the one with fuzz on the face (that would be the man of the house, for those needing to know). He is awesome. I like to wake him up in the middle of the night by poking at his eyes and yelling at him. It’s great fun.
What are your hobbies? I like to carry things around the house and make this sort of moaning noise. It drives the pinkies and the dog crazy.
Is it true that you once had a problem with catnip? No more questions. I’ve had a long day and need to go take a nap.
How old are you in human years? Around 8 years, I think.
What are your hobbies? I like to walk outside on the leash. And when the lady carries me around. That’s pretty awesome. Oh, and knocking my food down the stairs and chasing it. That’s cool, too.
You walk on a leash? Oh, yeah. It’s great. I get to go out and eat grass while my servant, I mean the lady, tries to get me to walk around some. I know where all the tasty grass is.
Do you like living with a dog? Look, man, the dog is cool. But I am not keen on the way he hogs up the servants, I mean, the lady’s, time. I mean she walks him 4 or 5 times a day. I only get to go out once. And only on nice days. What’s that about, man? It’s just wrong.
Hey, thanks for chatting, bro. But it’s time for my afternoon nap.