A normal conversation.

If you read the latest post at the milkin parlor you will see that I am a copy cat. If not read this first.

Here is a normal conversation between the dog and my cat.

This is my cat.

She hates the dog.

This is the dog.

He loves the cat.

He is also scared to death of her.

 

Let's begin.

 

CHAMP

"Hi!"

 

Sophie,

"No"

 

Champ

"Let's play!"

 

Sophie

"No... Hey! get off my tail!  hissssssssssssssssssssss!"

 

Champ

"AHHH! Scary kitty!  Run! Help! Murder! Fire!"

 

Sophie

"Idiot dog."

lick lick lick lick lick lick.

 

The licks are my cat licking herself.

She is constantly licking.

When she goes through trauma she lick a ton!

Like when we go to Florida.

We get back and the cat is half bald.

One time my dad said that I had enough cat hair in my room to build another cat.

She is a licker.

She is also half feral.

So sometimes she is a big chicken.

Sometimes she screams for us to pet her.

 

Parker

 

Oh yes.  My mom finished the last Grouse the mouse post.

So you didn't get to hear the names of the rest of the mice.

Bill, Frank, and Charlotte.