“Tabby, Roschti’s human is at the door.”

“How nice. Perhaps you can have a discussion about how to treat your felines with the respect and honour they deserved, after once being worshipped as gods.”

“Not exactly Tabby, she said that you should stop using her garden as a recycling tray.”

“Mrs. Human it is all a matter of territorial rights. Her garden is Roschti’s garden, and the feline that deposits their recycled material in the garden shows that they are also moving in. I am sure Roschti understands this method of territorial beaviour. He deposits his personal waste in our garden as well. It is an exchange of possessional material. My garden is yours and if you do not like it then put up with it.”

“Roschti’s human does not see it from a feline point of view, and I must say I agree. Our gardens are for flowers such as roses that smell sweet.”

“And our recycled material also smells sweet. It is original, unique, and cannot be copied. A rose by any other name smells just as sweet, even if it is known as recycled material. A garden full of hairballs is perfect. Roschti and I are permanently in competition for the most original garden depony. You and Roschti’s human should be grateful that we have chosen your territory.  We could have gone anywhere. Imagine if we had chosen the oak tree along the path. Our deposits would be homeless and not appreicated. Tell Roschti’s human by accepting our material, she is doing something for the feline race.”

“No Tabby, I don’t think she sees it from that point of view, and neither do I.”

“Humans are never satisfied. Roschti “meoeowow schplat”.”

“What was that?”

“I told Roschti our efforts of improving the beauty of our territory have again been misinterpreted by the inferior human race and that we should transfer our depony to the front garden only to be used at night.”

“What difference will that make?”

“No-one will see us and we can blame it on the dog.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Suspicious Feline