She thinks herself a songstress, that Ms Zhou and so…(jury out… verdict coming in…) No.

A canary, she isn’t but she shall be caged. I have had quite enough of her ceaseless warbling. I’m hungry too but do you see me doing any more than entreating with eyes? And even with that I give it a rest. They never give refills before supper.

There she goes again. She couldn’t hit a note if her pencil was already on it.

Excuse me while I swap her ample behind to where the sun don’t shine. …

No, not even the front of the closet. To the back, you. don’t make me come in after you. Don’t even think about returning hiss for that…

Now, as I was planning to say —

That is *not* the tip of an ear I see is it?

This is not a time out for thirty seconds, dearless. This is a stay until I’m good and ready not to add a matching scratch to the other side of your ass. You only think that you felt my claw before–