<--The photo has been edited. Click to see Kash's true powers.
I want you to prepare yourself for what I'm about to tell you. I know that some people (like those who call the Nu residence a "house o' cat dander") will immediately declare this impossible and dismiss this as the ravings of cat-obsessed lunatic, but this is only because they don't understand the joys of being owned by a cat. I am calling upon all cat lovers to attest to the following fact and to tell your own stories here:
Cats can (literally) speak English!
Yes, you read right. How do I know this? I know this because KASH SPOKE TO ME. As you know, every morning, I get up at 7am to feed the Nu kitties. That means, around 6:45am, Kash and Skillet start meowing to wake me up. Skillet sits on the window sill above my bedside table and waits. Kash, however, gets in my face. He will nuzzle his way under the covers, or he'll sit right next to my face so that I am breathing in his fur. Most of the time, though, he'll sit right in front of me and meow.
Well, two mornings ago, there I was sleeping soundly when I heard him meow at me. But, this wasn't any old meow. Kash actually meowed, "Momma." No, he didn't say, "Meow." He actually said, "Momma." That's right--"MOMMA." I immediately woke up Mr. Nonny Nu to share the experience!
Look, I know what you're thinking. No, I'm not crazy and have never been diagnosed as having any mental problems. I'm telling you that Kashmir called me "momma." Yes, that's right. It was clear as a bell. "Momma." You don't have to believe me. Mr. Nonny Nu will back me up on this.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Kitty Korner (2/28--Talking Cat)
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Did you notice this (for lack of a better word) "hallucination" coincides with your first super strong espresso from your fancy machine.... Better check the hundreds of coffee pods Mr. NN bought, I bet they're laced with something organic! Bad Mr. NN!
I think you breathed in too much cat dander while your cat was up in your face.
Laugh it up, laughing girl/boy. I expected that type of attitude from Stillman, but I'm quite surprised to see that in you, Man from U.N.C.L.E. What would Mr. Jones say? You guys just wait until Mr. Nonny Nu sets you straight. And, one of these days, I'm going to capture it on video.
"You don't have to believe me. Mr. Nonny Nu will back me up on this."
right you are, nonny nu!
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ah geez. she seems to be getting worse everyday. i don't know what to do. last week she dragged me out of bed because the possums 'finished building their theatre under our back deck, and we were supposed to be the red carpet guests.' then there's the 'golden-white monkey' she insists she rides to work everyday; the frozen fish sticks she keeps and 'feeds' in a fishbowl; the individually labeled, holiday wrapped cat poops she keeps in an old saks bag under our bed; the list won't end. then there's the quirky stuff: sewing my socks to the end of my pant hems, my pant waists to my shirts...'here's your j.p.s!' when i suggested 'p.j.s,' her face turned stone cold yellow, and i couldn't get her out of the shower for three and a half days! dinner this past month consisted of nothing more than cap'n'crunch poured into kerr jars. might be okay except for her incessantly asking me if i would 'like butter with that' after each bite!
i'm beginning to think something might be wrong.
Would you like butter with that?
It's true. I was there. You see, I sleep in the drawer of Momma's bedside table every night. I heard Kash say it, but he had an accent. He doesn't know as many words as I do, though.
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