Me: Hello . . {lo, lo, lo}, Anybody there? . . .{there? there? there?}
Buddy: Hush, stop yelling, someone might hear you!
Me: That’s kind of the point!
Buddy: But you don’t know WHO will hear you!
Me: What’s your problem?
Buddy: Well, this place looked ok from a distance, but now we’re here it’s kind of deserted, apart from all these wretched adverts and Facebook links – some of ‘em look well dodgy!
Me: Fair point, do you think the Ads and FB’s scared off the normal folks?
Buddy: Chased off, scared off. . . . (sotto voice)killed?
Me: Dude, you are just too much of a drama addict! I see no bodies.
Buddy: I’ll grant you that, let’s just go with scared off or chased off for now then.
Me: Cool, do you think we should spl . . .
Buddy: Do not say ‘split up’! FFS are we in some dumb film or do I look like a red shirt to you!
Me: Drama addict! Anyways you’re a cat you don’t wear clothes never mind a red shirt.
Buddy: It was a metaphorical phrase, and don’t pretend you don’t dig that cool Star Trek reference.
Me: No not really cool, you never watched the Captain Kirk series that really abused the poor red shirt guys, the guy from Quantum Leap was much kinder. You only know about it ‘cos they used that in the Warehouse 13 we watched yesterday and why not split up we can check things out quicker.
Buddy: Uh ha, you do know that only you can hear me talk, everyone else hears ‘meow bloody meow, meow’, so do you think I’m going to come running to tell you I’ve found someone? – I’m an apex bloody ambush predator, I don’t ‘do’ running, besides you’re carrying the catnip and I’m going nowhere far from that. That reminds me, when are you gonna cut loose with that catnip?
Me: No time soon Buddy boy, your baby brother is still in my rucksack sleeping off the effects last time I let you guys have any.
Buddy: That reminds me, why do I have to walk? He’s getting a lift, why can’t I?
Me: Maybe ‘cos you’re twice his size? You’re not sitting on my shoulder again, I ended up walking like Long John Silver ‘cos you threw me off balance so much, and you refuse to go in the baby carrier.
Buddy: Cheeez! That thing is soooo undignified! I think you’re being totally unreasonable. I’m an apex predator I require respect! I was born perfect in every! Just because I wasn’t born the runt of the litter. . . . . .
As our friends turn into a side street, their conversation falls out of earshot, are they being watched from the shadows, if so, by whom????
Buddy: Hush, stop yelling, someone might hear you!
Me: That’s kind of the point!
Buddy: But you don’t know WHO will hear you!
Me: What’s your problem?
Buddy: Well, this place looked ok from a distance, but now we’re here it’s kind of deserted, apart from all these wretched adverts and Facebook links – some of ‘em look well dodgy!
Me: Fair point, do you think the Ads and FB’s scared off the normal folks?
Buddy: Chased off, scared off. . . . (sotto voice)killed?
Me: Dude, you are just too much of a drama addict! I see no bodies.
Buddy: I’ll grant you that, let’s just go with scared off or chased off for now then.
Me: Cool, do you think we should spl . . .
Buddy: Do not say ‘split up’! FFS are we in some dumb film or do I look like a red shirt to you!
Me: Drama addict! Anyways you’re a cat you don’t wear clothes never mind a red shirt.
Buddy: It was a metaphorical phrase, and don’t pretend you don’t dig that cool Star Trek reference.
Me: No not really cool, you never watched the Captain Kirk series that really abused the poor red shirt guys, the guy from Quantum Leap was much kinder. You only know about it ‘cos they used that in the Warehouse 13 we watched yesterday and why not split up we can check things out quicker.
Buddy: Uh ha, you do know that only you can hear me talk, everyone else hears ‘meow bloody meow, meow’, so do you think I’m going to come running to tell you I’ve found someone? – I’m an apex bloody ambush predator, I don’t ‘do’ running, besides you’re carrying the catnip and I’m going nowhere far from that. That reminds me, when are you gonna cut loose with that catnip?
Me: No time soon Buddy boy, your baby brother is still in my rucksack sleeping off the effects last time I let you guys have any.
Buddy: That reminds me, why do I have to walk? He’s getting a lift, why can’t I?
Me: Maybe ‘cos you’re twice his size? You’re not sitting on my shoulder again, I ended up walking like Long John Silver ‘cos you threw me off balance so much, and you refuse to go in the baby carrier.
Buddy: Cheeez! That thing is soooo undignified! I think you’re being totally unreasonable. I’m an apex predator I require respect! I was born perfect in every! Just because I wasn’t born the runt of the litter. . . . . .
As our friends turn into a side street, their conversation falls out of earshot, are they being watched from the shadows, if so, by whom????
