Sophie's morning airing

[scarlettina]

This morning before I started my ablutions, I let Sophie onto the balcony for some fresh air. As I was preparing to leave, I went to call her inside. The following conversation ensued.

Me: Sophie, time to come in.
Sophie: Just a minute. I'm sniffing this cobweb.
Me: Sophie, come on in now. I have to go.
Sophie: Hang on. This is really important.
Me: Sophie, come on.
Sophie: But the pine tree is swaying in the wind. I have to sniff the wind. No, the tree!(Sophie sniff-sniff-sniffs, then settles down comfortably in meatloaf position.)
Me: (sterner) Sophie, don't get comfortable. It's time to come in. Now.
(Sophie gets up and turns around to face me. A breeze blows, ruffling the new coleus plant I repotted into the balcony planter last night.)
Sophie: (earnestly) But Coleus will be lonely. (Rubs up against planter. Looks at me imploringly.) I can't leave her out here by herself.
Me: Yes, yes you can. She's a plant. She was made for this. Come in now.
Sophie: (hangs head) OK. (comes inside)
(I shut the sliding door.)
Sophie: (looks up at me.) You're mean.
Me: I'm not that mean. I feed you.
Sophie: (rubs up against me) I love you!

Comments

[holyoutlaw.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's very cat like.

[prettyshrub.livejournal.com]

Laughing out loud!

[coffeedaiv.livejournal.com]

food = love.

[singingnettle.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

[e-bourne.livejournal.com]

Adorable! And no, you are not mean. :) She is well fed. And petted. And played with. And she sleeps on a BED!!

I do feel a little sad about the lonely coleus now...

[scarlettina.livejournal.com]

Heh. The lonely coleus will most probably be getting a buddy over the next week or so. Or maybe two.

[joyful-storm.livejournal.com]

Thalia had a tough morning. She decided to ascend the multi-level cat tree the HARD way - all Mission Impossible-like - climbing directly up the full height of the carpeted post rather than jumping level-to-level. She got to the top and was trying to get onto the penthouse level from underneath. . . swung beclawed paws up over the ledge. . . and got them caught in the stuffed catnip salmon as big as she is that was resting there. Ack, no support! She ricocheted off in a huff.

At least the salmon didn't fall and bonk her on the head when she hit the floor. . . .

[scarlettina.livejournal.com]

Oh dear!