Bounces down the hall…..”I need to go check my food to see if I still have any. Maybe that little black neighbor cat snuck in your window and grabbed my food while I was gone. Ya never know around here.

Stands by water dish….. “My water is empty. Could you fill it?”

(swipes my face with his paw two or three times when I am in bed, warm and sleepy). “Wake up. I’m hungry.”

(Bugs and bugs me to follow him…till i relent….Stands by 1/3 dish of cat food.) “No, I don’t want to eat the tidbits and I don’t want to eat from a dish that only has 1/3. I want a full dish, and I won’t settle for anything less.” (i fill the dish, he takes a quick look at it to make sure i got it all the way full.) Says “Meeerrrrooow”….. I say, “You’re welcome.”

(meowing ruckus outside together with some “Reeeeeeoooooowwwww hsssssss”) “I had better go see what the ruckus is all about. Maybe the boys are having a meeting, or maybe the little black cat is being beat up and I could defend him.”

(Ears back) “You’re bugging me. Stop holding me so tightly. I have feelings too.”

(Curling around on the floor purring with his stomach showing) “I’m cute. Pet and adore me. C’mon, drop what you’re doing to play with me. You know you want to!”

(Walking carefully around the edge of the bed so as to avoid T reaching him) “I hate it when he picks me up roughly and upside down, too. Then he holds me tightly, and he even expects me to purr after that. I just want to get out the window without him grabbing me.”

(T’s reach is longer than he expected) “Darn it!!! I didn’t manage to escape. I don’t know how long I will have to put up with this before E. will take my side and get him to let me go by tricking him.”

(Purring next to T. while he is snoring) “Oh man, it is soooo comfortable here. I am so warm and sleepy. Mmmm …. this is so yummy-feeling.”

(Lying on the couch for the last three days sleeping while he had a sprained leg) “Well, I can see that if I keep walking around and jumping off of stuff it is never going to heal. I had better cool it for awhile.”

(Being petted while he was lying on the couch with the sprained leg, and was grunting) “It kills. I wish someone could fix it.”

(Seeing me in tears over how much an X-ray costs, and all the other costs involved with checking to see if it is a sprain or a break) “She really cares about me, and she feels my pain.”

(Getting ready to jump out the bedroom window) “I need to go check my Pee-mail. I may have gotten some new messages in the last five minutes since I was last outside.”

(He seems jumpy when being held, and wants to go out the window) “I wanna go see what the boys are up to. I don’t really feel like being held down and petted right now. I’m just not in the mood. Sorry! I know how it spoils your plans.”

(Runs to the door after having been in for awhile) “I need to go poopie and you haven’t left the window open for me to go out.”

(Keeps having to move whenever I am moving through the house quickly doing stuff and going back and forth) “What’s wrong with these humans? Why can’t they relax?”

(Purring at 6 am) “This is the best time of day for me. What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you up too?”

(Runs to the door) “It’s so much easier going through the door than out the window. E. lets me out the door whenever I beg. So I’m lazy….. so sue me!!”

(Runs out to the kitchen) “Ohhhhh!!! Pizza!!! My favorite! Gimme, gimme, gimme. Mmmm, that smells soooo good! Just a little taste! Please, pretty please?”

(Comes in quickly after only been out a couple hours and the window hasn’t been open for him to get in by himself) “Brrrrrrrr! It’s chilly out there!!! I’m comin’ in!!!”

(Comes in after he had just gone out 5 minutes ago) “I gotta see if I still have enough food.”

(makes a noise and leads us to his water dish) “Um…. my water is dirty. YOU wouldn’t drink that…. would you?? No? OK. Give me clean water, please.”

(he gets his chin rubbed) “I am in seventh heaven. Don’t…stop….Don’t….stop …Don’t STOP! MMMMM it’s heavenly.” (I stop) “What did you stop for? You CAN’T stop now!!”

(Gets up all of a sudden, when he is being petted) “Ya know? I’ve had enough. I’m not in the mood right now.”

(J’s salmon … he bounds out to the kitchen) “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, what is that I smell? Oh!!! Salmon, my favorite!!!)

(Comes out and looks longingly at my plate) “Hey – that cheese and eggs look good, and smell good too. Can I try a piece?”

(turns his nose up at it when i give it to him, and I say, “Don’t beg for it unless you are going to eat it, or you won’t get any more). “Fine, fine, be that way. I’ll eat it so that you will give me stuff when I beg. Whatever.”

(He’s sitting on the back of the couch and out of the blue goes, “Meerrrrowww…”) my response: look at him, raised eyebrows, and ask, “Yeah?? What’s up?”

(Bounds out to the kitchen) “Do I smell tuna? Yes I do!! I knew it! You’ve GOT to give me some. My mouth is watering so badly I can barely stand it.”

(eyes sandwiches hungrily and longingly) “Could you just give me a little of that turkey? That looks soooo good. Ya know, my cat food gets boring sometimes. I get the same thing every day. I’m not complaining or anything, as it’s nutritious and all, but a little treat would be nice.”

(i give him some) “That was interesting stuff. Could I try more to see if my first impression was correct?”

(i give him more) “Ya know, that was really yummy. Would you be mad if I asked for just a bit more?”

(i give him more) “That is so tasty. And such a treat. Would I look like I was greedy, if I like, asked for all the turkey that you have in your sandwich? I mean, I thought you liked being a vegetarian better, anyway? What’s up with that? You could let me have the meat.”

(me: “Oh … alllllright. I’ll give you the last piece in my sandwich.”) “Thanks…. mmmmm mmmmm.”

(he looks longingly at me) “More?”

(me: “That’s all I’ve got.”) “You’re kidding me.”

(me: “Seriously. You took my whole piece of turkey. But I am glad you enjoyed it.”

(hears a can being opened) “It’s either gotta be that nice yummy canned cat food, or, it’s gotta be that fake meat stuff they get that has that delicious protein juice. He always lets me lick the lid of can, and after that he will let me have some of the juice or let me have all the can of canned cat food.”

(playing with the red circular thing you take off the milk cap to make it unscrewable) “I’m cute and playful. I wouldn’t want to be old. I can have fun too.”

(gets up on stool while I am on the computer and says “Meerrrrrrow,” and puts a paw in my direction. “Pick me up and hold me.”

(little black cat approaches Clyde gingerly while he is on the porch, and Clyde switches his tail) “Twerp! Get a life. You eat out of my dish sometimes and it bothers me. I know I defend you from the bullies over next door, but for Pete’s sake, I didn’t say you could sneak your way down to my food dish.”

(I move suddenly – he jumps) “Sheesh! You startled me!”