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10 June 2008 no comment

This is a transcript of a conversation I had tonight. I will be translating half of it from the original “cat.”


“Hey, kitty.”

“I want some of that.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t, trust me.”

“I do NOT trust you, I want some.”

“No you don’t! Here, here’s the knife, smell that.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t want that. I want what YOU’RE having.”

“This IS what I’m having!”

“Then put some of it down here.”

“”I’m not wasting a whole square inch of sandwich just so you can find out you don’t want it!”

“Mom would give me some.”

“No she wouldn’t! It’s peanut butter and jelly!”

“…I can wait.”

“Oh, fine, here, have it.”

“….Yeah, I don’t want that.”

“Great. And you’ve put your wet nose all over it.”

“Good thing, too, that stuff is gross.”

“You’re killing me, cat.”

“Isn’t Mom supposed to be home?”

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