Last weekend, my kitties were begging me to let them play outside. I refused to do that as it was going to rain. Undaunted, Mopster kept following me around the house, running here and there wherever I moved, climbing on shelves and TV cabinet just to look me in the eyes so that she could ask me in her own cute little ways to let her out. Sighing, I picked her up and sat down on the sofa, holding her against my chest so that her face is level with mine.
“Why do you wanna go out so much? You should stay indoors. You can play with your toys. If you go outside, you’ll eat grass, and then you throw up. That’s not good.”, I talked to Mopster like a mother would to her child.
“So, why don’t we just stay indoors? Ok, Mopster? We just play in here, ok?”, I asked repeatedly, as if she was ever gonna say yes.
But boy, was I taken aback… for I could’ve sworn Mopster shook her head and said *“AMMAU!!!”
*Ammau: a childlike version of ‘tak mau’.