I said, “Billysky, you seem like you’re in a bad mood.”

She answered, “Oh do I.  I’m surprised you even noticed.”

I said, “What are you talking about?”

Billysky replied, “Let me ask you a question.  This blog of yours, it’s supposed to be about Food,  Cats,  Travel, Airplanes, and Random Thoughts. Right?”

I answered “Yes,” and she said, “Let me ask again.   Food,   Cats,   Travel, Airplanes, and Random Thoughts?”

“Ok Billysky, what’s your point?”

She meowed, “Food,   Cats,Cats,
CATS,   Travel, and whatever, who cares.”

Billysky continued, “You seem to think it’s about Food, Cats,, Travel, Airplanes, and Random Thoughts.”

I retorted, “You’ve got to be kidding me Billysky.  I write about cats.  What are you going to accuse me of next, thinking you look fat in that tuxedo coat of yours?”

She hissed, “We’ll get to that later.”

I sighed, “OMG.  I’ve written about you plenty.  I wrote about when you became a nun, and when you were sunbathing.  I posted a portfolio of cute pictures of you , shared your box collection, and wrote about how you drank out of my water glass.”

She interrupted, “Wait a minute ‘Whose water glass?’ ”

I replied, “It’s my water glass.  Just like it’s my bed.”

Billysky did a cat-snicker and said, “Right because people who ‘own a bed’ regularly sleep on the edge with barely any blanket on them.  I’ll let you know sometime how that middle of the bed with all those fluffy blankets feels.”

I was getting frustrated. “You better remember, I’m the one that feeds you.”

And she growled, “Because I trained you well.”

I was done with the conversation.  “Fine Billysky, I will write more about you this month. I promise, but right now you’re making me crazy with your complaining.”

She looked at me and said, “You’re the one talking to a cat.”