The two outdoor kittens who like to hang out on the porch were feeling playful yesterday afternoon. In my mind was a running dialog. Imagine two teenage kids going back and forth about who gets to drive the family car...only it's cats fighting over who gets to take the broom out for a spin.
"It's my turn to drive the broom!"
"No, it's mine!"
"Nuh-uh, it's mine!"
"No way. you took it last time!"
"No I didn't, you did, and you bent that one bristle and it won't fly straight any more and the Witch was pissed!"
"That wasn't last time, that was two times ago...and it wasn't my fault! That tree jumped out in front of me!"
"No way, I heard from Rook who heard from Ghost who said Milka told him that you were totally nipped out and almost got tangled in the Rowan when you were trying to land."
And so on.
Sorry about the awkward angle - one of these days I'll remember that I can't tilt the Kodak while filming. Oh, well...