I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, guard my ears from nonsense noises and that is hard living with a pack of bulldogs. But today it was not a bulldog assaulting my ears. It was far worse than that.
It was a cat. Moon the Cat, to be precise. She was making clucking noises in Lady Human’s ear and I heard it. Clucking noises! Who does that? She is a cat! Where was the meowing that we are so often subjected to? A cat should act like a cat. Clucking is for chickens and I know that the cat has not been hanging around with them.
Me: It was really no big deal.
Stella: How do you define “big deal”? Since when is a cat clucking like a chicken not a big deal? Is this yet another cat/chicken conspiracy? Are cats and chickens uniting against bulldogs? Are they now speaking a common language? Is this a prelude to war? NOOOOO!!
Me: Wait. A war between bulldogs on one side and cats and chickens on the other?
Stella: What else can it be? A cat was clucking, Lady Human! A cat! Clucking!
Me: I don’t think it is a real problem. I did tell Moon to stop doing it in my ear.
Stella: There is a plot afoot. Ignore it if you will, but one day, all of us may be clucking in cat-ese like a bunch of chickens.
Stella: I beg your pardon?
Stella: Hmmmph! Cats!
Me: Hmmmph! Bulldogs!
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