Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Seat Guru

You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favorite writers/artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive. Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening?

Tabby

“No way. I am the best inspiration for a fun evening.”

“Tabby you can really be asocial sometimes.”

“I am probably asocial at all times. Now that word does exist in meow written in capital letters in red and underlined with a thick whisker. We felines do not socialise. Imagine sitting around an oversized food bowl with Roschti, Tiddles, Butch, Priscilla and the rest. We could just as well invite Dusty from across the pond and his two canine colleagues. I am sure we would all get on like a house on fire, and I mean that in the literal sense of the word. Mrs. Human, you get it. We felines like to be amongst ourselves, and I mean I, me and myself.”

“But you must feel lonely sometimes Tabby, without having same feline playmates.”

“Now you are going a little over the psychological understanding of the feline. How often must I tell you, we never play.”

“But you like to chase a ball around on the floor.”

“That is a rehearsal for the real thing, when we have the mouse or bird cornered.”

“And what about the delightful games you play with the toys stuffed with catnip.”

“Some call it delightful, others call it getting high. The catnip is in a toy? Never noticed that part of the deal. All I know that is after one or two sniffs, the world is mine to take. Butterflies wing their way between my ears, my whiskers are like electric wires and I am a god again, like in the old country. Who needs a dinner party – just a plate of tuna fish and as a desert a twig of catnip and I sit next to myself for my fun evening, especially when I see double after the catnip.”

Daily Prompt: Feline Seat Guru