Nighttime Chat With Bobo

Bobo: Hey, you in there?

Me: Yeah, why?

Bobo: The door’s closed and you’ve been in there for a while, so I was worried you were in danger. That’s why I stick my paws under your door, to keep you safe.

Me: I’m fine, I’m just working.

Bobo: That’s cool. Want me to come in? We could hang out for a while

Me: No. You’ll sit on my keyboard and attack the screen.

Bobo: One day I’m going to catch that arrow. I hate it prancing about the screen, clicking on whatever it wants.

Me: Right.

Bobo: How dare it not fear me, a ferocious kitten? I will catch it and bring it to your door as a present.

Me: I’m trying to work, Bobo.

Bobo: Work’s for jerks.

Me: I guess I could take a break…

Bobo: Oh hey, you’re leaving your room? Awesomeness, I bet you’re heading to the kitchen, let me show you the way.

Me: I’m not going to the kitchen.

Bobo: Of course not, but just incase you’ve forgotten where it is, let me show you.

Me: I’m going to read on the couch.

Bobo: Don’t fall asleep or I’ll suckle on you.

Me: It’s 3 AM, I don’t sleep at 3 AM.

Bobo: You’re right.

<time passes>

Bobo: Hey, you still reading?

Me: Yeah.

Bobo: Did I mention I know where the kitchen is?

Me: Once or twice…

Bobo: It’s awesome, let’s go there.

Me: Bobo, I’m reading.

Bobo: How about this. If you don’t come to the kitchen with me, I’ll start meowing a lot.

Me: Fine…

Bobo: See? Isn’t the kitchen awesome? Aren’t you glad you came with me?

Me: I don’t know. It looks the same as it always does.

Bobo: What are you talking about, the kitchen is great. Oh hey, what’s that over there? Why it’s my food bowl.

Me: Yep right where it was when I fed you a few hours ago.

Bobo: Look at it. It’s so sad, it probably wants food to keep it company.

Me: Bobo, it’s half full with the dinner you didn’t finish.

Bobo: Oh yeah, that. Right…I think the bowl wants different food.

Me: Different food?

Bobo: Yeah, something with more zest.

Me: Zest? Where’d you learn that word?

Bobo: My food bowl taught it to me.

Me: More zest, I’ll see what I can do.

Bobo: Awesome!

Me: Yep here’s the bowl on the counter where you can’t see it. I’m whipping up something extra zesty for you.

Bobo: I’m so excited by this that I just noticed something is attached to my butt, I’m going to chase it in giddy anticipation.

Me: Here’s your new zestier food.

Bobo: Awesome chow time!

Me: How is it?

Bobo: This is awesome, I love it I can’t get enough of it.

Me: Bobo it’s the same food, I just mixed it up.

Bobo: Oh my god, you’re right. I’m going to stop eating it now.

Me: But you just said it was awesome.

Bobo: Right yeah, that was the giddy anticipation. It clouded the judgement of my tastey budlits, so I thought this was zestier, but then I realized, “Hey where’s the zest? Not in this bowl, no it isn’t.”

Me: Even for a kitten, that’s shockingly nonsensical.

Bobo: Hey where you going?

Me: I’ve got more work to do

Bobo: Oh right, okay, cool. I guess I’ll see you later.

Me: I’ll see you later.

Bobo: Oh no, he disappeared. I better stick my paws under his door incase he’s in danger.