me: time to do some laundry, let me close this door so the cat doesn't come in after me
tarragon, the cat: i am bereft; mother has passed from my sight. where is she. where is she. if i am not permitted to see mother, i shall scream.
To quote Elliott:
'The Word in the desert Is most attacked by voices of temptation, The crying shadow in the funeral dance, The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera. Meow.'
Me: I will sit here on the couch with Tiger and watch a movie. But, where are you going, Tiger?
Tiger: I have wandered away from mammy into the bedroom. I can’t find her! Oh woe woe woe I cry!! Mammy is lost!!!
I have one of those that literally from the moment I open my eyes in the morning, just *screeches* at me to pet him. He follows me to the coffee pot, he follows me to the fucken toilet if I'm not quick enough. If I am quick enough, he puts paws under the door & tries to force it open.