Friday, January 16, 2009
My Life as Norman Whiskers: Settling In
Tomorrow she plans to show me an interesting video in which a girl named Dora Saves the Mermaids. My little governess says we will both reap the benefits of learning spanish phrases from this program, and I suspect an added perk is that there may be fish in it. Tasty, I'm sure!
This afternoon I find my Lady sitting in her favorite chair on the porch, reading a novel about a lion, a witch and a wardrobe. Upon further investigation I discover that she is crying. So vexed am I, that again I forget myself, and all adherence to Cat Code of Conduct goes flying out the window. I speak English by accident.
Jumping on her lap, I shout, "My dear Lady, why do you shed tears on your book?"
"Well Norman," she begins, sniffling. "The creatures beat and tortured the beautiful, gentle lion, and it's very sad."
"Oh, my Lady, it's just a book, not at all reality." I purr, giving her a nudge with my head.
"AH HA! It is true, in a sense. The book is filled with Christian allegory, and more importantly, YOU JUST SPOKE! I knew you could do it. I was sure I was not crazy when I heard you talk last week. Do it again! ...Norman?"
I jump backwards off her lap and onto the floor. I frown. I squirm. I dart into the bathroom to sulk in the cabinet, but it is no use. My Lady follows me there, and peers in at me.
"Say something, Norman. I promise I won't tell anyone," she says, pleading.
I close my eyes and feign a yawn. Then my Lady is suddenly called away when the little dwarf baby climbs out of his screened-in box. Should I tell her the truth? I'm not quite sure she can be trusted. This question spins round in my weary brain until I finally fall asleep.
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