A not too imaginary conversation

 

 

I woke up the one  morning, and let’s say that I was not quite ready to face the day yet.  A nasty flu virus had invaded every pore, and muscle in my body.  It must be the fever, but I could have sworn I had this conversation with Bootsie.

Me:  Ohhhhggghh  I am feeling awful, in fact, I think that there are soles of shoes that feel better then I do right now.  What is wrong with me?

Boo:  Do you mind, your whining is shaking the bed, and I can’t get my proper quota of  zzzzzz’s. 

    But now that you are awake, please feed me...again.

Me:  Boo, I’m SICK! And it’s very early in the morning.  I am sure that Gar fed you before going to work.

Boo: Would you stop whining please, you’re still shaking the bed, and do you mind not giving off so much heat, I am roasting here.

Me: You are such a drama cat.

Boo:  I’m starving here, get out of bed, now!

Me: You are certainly not starving, look at the rotund belly you have.

Boo:  I am NOT a DRAMA cat, and I don’t have a rotund belly, I’m svelte, and sleek, with generous curves….. and besides look who went screaming away at the sight of that huge spider.

Me: Don’t change the subject, and It was huge. Why can’t you learn to  catch spiders?  Generous curves, have you been watching too many episodes of “say yes to the dress, plus size or what?”

Boo: It’s certainly not my job to do anything but lay here and look like a luxurious black throw.

Me: aghhhhh right. I’m dying….

Boo: Feed me.  Now!