INT BEDROOM MORNING.
>ESTABLISHING SHOT.
SOMETHING GLITTERS ON THE FLOOR. AT THE HEAD OF THE BED IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM, A SMALL GRAY CAT SITS ON THE PILLOWS, STARING DOWN AT A LUMP UNDER THE COVERS. AFTER SIGNFICANT STARING, THE LUMP BEGINS TO STIR AND THE COVERS ARE SHUFFLED BACK.
>POV: MONKEY
A CAT FACE FILLS THE SCREEN, WHISKERS RUFFLING GENTLY IN HER BREATH.
MONKEY
Waugh!
CAT
Monkey, I'm hungry.
>LONG SHOT.
MONKEY STUMBLES OUT OF BED, SOMEHOW AVOIDING BEANING THE CAT WITH EITHER HER ELBOW OR THE COMFORTER. AS THE MONKEY FUMBLES HER GLASSES UP HER NOSE, SHE STOPS IN PLACE, ONE FOOT RAISED.
>POV: MONKEY
AN ARRAY OF GREEN, PINK, RED, BLUE, AND GOLD GLITTERBALLS COVER THE FLOOR IN SOME ARCANE GEOMETRIC ARRANGEMENT.
MONKEY:
You were... busy last night.
>LONG SHOT.
CAT (Hopping down from bed):
Breakfast?
MONKEY:
Well, I can see how you worked up an appetite.
CAT:
Breakfast? Breakfast? Breakfastbreakfastbreakfast?
SCENE 2
>TRACKING SHOT.
INT BEDROOM THROUGH INT LIVING ROOM INTO KITCHEN. MONKEY AND CAT KEEP UP A RUNNING DIALOGUE AS THEY GO, CAT PRANCING AHEAD OF MONKEY AND LOOKING OVER HER SHOULDER EXPECTANTLY.
MONKEY:
So why are you building crop circles out of your glitterballs, anyway?
CAT:
Breakfast? Breakfast? Breakfastbreakfastbreakfast!
SCENE 3
>LONG SHOT.
INT KITCHEN MORNING. MONKEY BEGINS PREPARING CAT'S BREAKFAST.
MONKEY:
Crop circles? Henges? Nasca lines? Are you trying to demonstrate your spatial intelligence?
CAT:
Breakfast? Breakfast? Breakfastbreakfastbreakfast!
MONKEY:
Communicate with alien races? Communicate with space monkeys?
MONKEY SETS DOWN CAT'S BREAKFAST AND PICKS UP THE WATER BOWL.
CAT:
Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfastbreakfastbreakfast!
MONKEY: (Cleaning water bowl at sink and refilling it)
Summon demons?
CAT: (Face in food bowl)
momblemumblemomblemothershipmumblemomble
MONKEY: (Freezing, with waterbowl in hand)
...did you say mothership?
>POV: MONKEY
CAT: (Looking up, licking whiskers in perfect innocence)
Er. No, I, uh, said "You should have a muffin, slick?"
MONKEY:
"Slick?"
CAT:
Well, you were watching The Electric Company the other night. If the Seventies have infected my brain, it's not my fault.
MONKEY:
...are you sure about that?
CAT:
Absolutely. Boy, this is tasty kibble. Breakfast!
MONKEY: (setting down water bowl)
Actually, a muffin sounds like a nice idea.
>POV: CAT. WE SEE THE MONKEY"S FEET TURNING AWAY AS SHE GOES IN SEARCH OF A MUFFIN.
CAT (sotto voce):
Sucker.
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Have you seen this series of animations? Simon's Cat TV Dinner
Good stuff.
And yes. *g* Every time I post anything cat-related, three people send me that link.
Let Me In:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rb8aOzy
Cat Man Do:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0ffwDYo
I've subscribed to the series on YouTube and look forward to the next one.
Annnnnnnnnnnnd right now Fred's sitting on top of an open door howling.
My old cat used to jump up on the bed and stare at us intently every time we had sex, then randomly stare at the ceiling from time to time. We swore she was an alien disguised as a cat, studying monkey courtship rituals and transmitting them to the mothership.
I have similar conversations with my Spanky (see icon). Except he brings me not glitter balls but 3"x3" catnip pillows . . . which means that when he's offering supplication, he's also getting mildly stoned.
Which, come to think of it, explains a great deal.
Oh, and a belated Hugo congrats! That's awesome!
That said, I'm probably going to get read the Riot Act by a certain bird when I get home tonight- I've been doing too many 10+ hour days at the YDN this past week...
<3
Perhaps the glitterballs are a defense against nightmares.
Anyway, I always thought she saw them as wards, because she would always put them in the doorways of rooms where my mother was, moving them throughout the day as my mother changed rooms throughout the day. Definitely one of those times I wished I could have just asked Missy (the dog, not my mother)what she was thinking...
We had a couple of dogs who patrolled the house at night. They'd sleep in front of a bedroom door for a little while, get up and move on to the next bedroom door, and so on, making their rounds up and down the hallway.