MS: Oh, I could get used to hangin' out indoors alla time but I love to make your life a living death.
TW: Fine with me you old bat; but your wandering days are done. Get used to it. If you wish continue on this path of being so stubborn, yowling at the door for hours on end, I will simply need to get another kitten...just. for. you. What do you think about that?
TW: Ms. Stella?
MS: Be quiet, you'll wake up Miss Jenga. She'll just get all hissy cos I'm on
TW: Aww; I love that little face! She's so beautiful and peacful and not demanding and irascible like somekitties.
MS: I really wish you'd learn to speak your native language. You do brutalize sar-CAT-sum so.
TW: Very punny.
MS: Tell my peeps why you are such a loser and haven't posted ANY of my awards! I'm sure they are curious.
TW: Well I'm sorry Miss Priss. What with your auction, your footie care, your baby rat that I have to feed every 5 hours, this horrid 1000 degree heat and my ear infection I'm pretty tapped out. You're going to make me want to do this:
which is one of these
MS: Well, at least we could ALL play with you then! MOL!!!
TW: *sigh* What have you done with Clyde? I can't find him.
MS: Seriously? You think I would get near that holy terror? Have you see it lately?
TW: No, that's why I'm asking you! *snicker*
MS: Very funny; check under the bed. He gets all hot with his plushie coat. Sometimes he just crashes out there.
TW: *looking under bed*
MS: Very funny. I'll come get you when it's time to eat.
Ms. Stella O'Houligan