I�ve become one of those people who are completely obsessed with their pet. I try not to talk about her all the time because, well, adorable pets, like adorable children, are generally interesting only to their owners/progenitors. Yesterday I was outside on the balcony in my froggie pajama pants, having this full-blown conversation with Neko, who was perched on the railing and making a lot of noise:
Neko: Mrow. Meow. Rrrow.
Me: What�s wrong kitty?
Neko (Staring determinedly at the building): Rrrooow. MYOW.
Me (looking up to the window of the apartment above mine): Oh, you see another kitty, don�t you! That�s another kitty in the window! Do you want to be friends with the kitty?
That was when I realized that the guy who lives next door was also outside on his balcony, and was staring at me like I had a fruit tree growing out of my head. I sort of waved sheepishly and went back inside.
So. Yeah. I should stop doing that.
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