porter sits on the arm of the empire sofa, watching closely as snuffy plays with his new toys. snuffy grabs a beanbag pig, and shakes it violently. then, butt up in the air and ears flopping, he brings it over to porter.
snuffy: “wanna play? hunh? hunh? play?” *shakes the toy*
porter: “such odd behavior… where did this thing come from?”
porter moves to a box in the middle of the living room. snuffy, still eager to play, runs madly around the box, pausing every now and then to make sure the cat is watching him. he huffs and snuffs at the cat.
porter: “it’s licking the floor. better it should lick its butt. it’s smelly.”
snuffy: “no play… i’ll just chew on your box.”
he gnaws on the cardboard corner. the cat leans over the edge, slowly dangles a declawed paw down…
*wap!* *wap!* *wap!wap!wap!wap!*
i don’t think snuffy even notices. porter, satisfied with having made his point, moves back to the middle of the box and starts washing his face.
just another day in the menagerie.