Am I Mummy’s little kitteh? I ask you! This is the type of question I get.
After a hard day spent supervising not only Lynettea, but also the fish and recalcitrant birds outside my enclosure, I am expected to give therapy sessions to my human. This mainly consists of a lot of purring and sitting on Lynettea’s lap, particularly if she watches television.
I don’t mind submitting to ‘a good massage,’ as she calls it, but when I get this type of silly conversation I usually elect to remain silent. There can only be one answer to questions such as, ‘are you really mummy’s gorgeous little kitteh?’ ‘Purr purr purr,’ and keep your own counsel. How about more massage under my ‘chinny winny?’ Purr, purr, purr.
