Feline RDP Thursday: Feline friend


“Tabby I asked for a photo of you with a friend, and all you gave me were various pictures of you on your wall, either laying on it or sitting on it or taking a walk on the wall. It would be so nice to have a photo of you with the feline next door perhaps.”

“Forget it Mrs. Human, the word “friend” does not exist in meow and it never did.”

“But what about your mum and dad?”

“What about them. My mum met my dad and some time afterwards she moved on and he was never seen again.”

“But they must have had feelings for each other.”

“Feelings does not exist in meow. Mum said it was over so quickly they did not have time for the details. And as far as the feline next door is concerned. He is not my friend, I am not his friend and the only contact we have is concerning paw fights over territorial ownership. Now and again we have a staring match. He looks at me, I look at him.”

“But Tabby, you must be very lonely.”

“I am not lonely, I have my wall.”

“But walls do not have feelings Tabby.”

*Of course they do, my wall is my companion. It accompanies me through thick and thin and is a solid support. If I stare at the feline next door, he only has thoughts on various ways to kill me, but my wall has thoughts on protecting me from the feline next door. It is quite simple.”

“Yes, of course Tabby. And what about me?”

“What about you. Human slaves do not come into the section of friends. They are there to serve, which reminds me, I am hungry Mrs. Human.”

“Oh, sorry Tabby, I got engaged in the conversation I amost forgot. The same as usual?”

“Yes, but remember we also eat with the eyes.”

Feline RDP Thursday: Feline Friend