Sophelia was bored again. What was she supposed to do? She had been at Mary’s house for nearly 10 months. She had accumulated quite a few toys. She was trying to find a squeaky one to play with. She was minding her on buisness when suddenly there came a knock on the door. She made her way to the door and made a few meowing noises. With no way to open the door with her paws, she made her way back to the pile of toys. A few minutes later she could hear a crash! Someone had opened the window!
What was she going to do? Mary was no where in sight. She had taken Prince Alexander to the vet. She was going to have to somehow scare the hooded guy away. But how?
She was going to have a conversation with him!
“Hello human. What brings to my house today?”
“Oh my jeans! It is a talking cat! I must be dreaming”
“How rude… my name is Madame Sophelia. What is yours human?”
“Uh… George Washington.”
“No it is not! How dare you lie to me human!”
“It is Henry actually.”
“You had better have tuna for me.”
“Unfortunately no. I do not. I was not expecting a cat. I was expecting a dog!”
“How dare you! I am no dirty dog! Now get out of my my house human henry!”
“Okay okay. I’ll go.”
Mary was coming home from a long day of work at the local library. In her favorite blue chair Sophelia lay stretched out, feet upright and her tummy exposed to the chilly night air. She tried to quietly turn the heater on. Sopehelia twitched in her sleep. Mary let out a sigh of relief. She then slowly walked towards the couch. She didn’t make it very far. Sophelia woke up suddenly…
She then began to recount her most recent dream.
“Mice were flying around. Puppets with british accents kept offering me cans of tuna. I had no clue what to do!” Sophelia began.
“Go on! This sounds so interesting.” Mary urged her on. Eager to hear the rest.
“The queen offered me a cup of milk. I had to gently tell her that cats don’t actually like human milk. She tried to tell me that it was cow milk but at I did not believe her. Why would a cow share its smelly milk?.” Sophelia continued.
Mary tried to hold in her laughter.
“Then there was fish falling from the sky but I was wearing an elf costume so i was not quick enough to get more fish.”
Mary let the laughter release.
“What are we doing today?” Sophelia asked Mary.
“We are having a christmas party. Mary started
“But its the middle of July! It is not even raining!” Sophelia exclaimed.
“It will be fun. I’ll buy you catnip.” Mary responded
“What is this catnip you speak of?” Sophelia asked, highly curious.
“It’s like cat heaven. The scent will drive you bonkers!” Mary laughed.
“I have nine lives.” Sophelia sighed, a bit standoffish.
“Can I get a scratching post?” Prince Alexander asked, having just woken from his nap.
“Possibly…” Mary replied.
It was as though they were living during the renaissance. Knights prowled around on horses and men were eating mutton on sticks. There was a tournament of jousting occurring as they were walking past it trying to look for a nun. One of the men jousting was drunk. He was close to falling on his behind half the time.
“Did you buy the ham?” Henry asked Mary.
“Yes i did.” Mary replied.
“I hope it is tasty! What about vegetables?” Henry asked.
“Those too. Don’t you worry. I was very thorough.” Mary responded.
“What else did you get from the store?” Henry wondered.
“A talking cat.” Mary replied while trying not to laugh.
“No really, be serious.” Hennry replied not very amused.