There is, incidently, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.
– Dan Greenberg
or talking to cats.
Translation provided for those who don’t speak meow.
Kuri: Have you heard this one?
Me: Which one of what?
I continue down the hall with three cats running and leaping around me. Sometimes they get excited when I leave the computer.
Kuri: Why did the cat join the Red Cross?
Hiyu: Because he wanted to be a first-aid kit.
Loki: That was too easy. How about “What’s a cat’s favorite button on the TV remote?
Hiyu: You shouldn’t make fun of us.
Me: I only answered the question.
Loki: He’s right. We’re smarter than you. You shouldn’t answer our questions correctly.
Me: Did you know there is a French proverb that says “The dog may be wonderful prose, but only the cat is poetry.”?
Kuri: I like poetry.
Hiyu: How about a knock-knock joke?
Me: Really? Can’t we just play?
YES! They all scream and scramble towards the box forts.
Hiyu: Knock, Knock
Me: Who’s there?
Me: Neil who?
Hiyu: Maybe I’ll tell you, maybe I won’t.
I shrug. It’s always this way. Hiyu takes a graceful leap plucking the feather stick out of the air. Kuri charges in the moment the feather stick touches the floor, but he is blindsided and bowled over by Loki who’s also trying to grab the feather.
I distract them from the beleaguered feather with red laser dot. Once we’re done, they’ll be ready for their naps and I can once again write in peace.