Gizmo Has A Complaint
Again.
GIZMO: meerrow growwl meooow
ME: What’s up buddy? You hungry?
GIZMO: grumble mummble mewwww
ME: You want some treats? I can get you some treats. (gets treats)
GIZMO: mmmewww mreerww merrrw grummble
ME: What? You don’t want treats? What then — attention? You want attention?
GIZMO: rrewww grummmble meow
ME: How ‘bout some attention? Yeah! (picks Gizmo up, gives him ear scratches and belly rubs)
GIZMO: mrrrww yeew meeow
ME: What? You don’t want attention? Playtime, then? Is that what you want?
GIZMO: mrremrrr grooowl meeow
ME: (gets a crapload of sticks with string and feathers and fake mice) Here you go! Playtime! You like playtime! (waves one stick after another)
GIZMO: grrrRRRrr rumble moan mweeew
ME: What? What then? What is it you want! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ALREADY! I’M GOING CRAZY HERE! C-R-AAAA-Z-Z-Y!!! (runs around banging his head against various walls like a cocoanut)
GIZMO: purrrrrrRrRrRrRrrrrrrr-zzz-zz-zzzzzz-zz
(Gizmo purrs contentedly, mission accomplished. He curls up on the couch and takes the first of many happy, happy naps)
~ Ciao ~
