The problem of being alone

[la_marquise]

I don't mind being on my own: I find it soothing, in fact, though the marquis complains that I rapidly become hermit-like and insular and weird. However, this morning I did notice that in his absence the standard of my utterances has dropped dramatically.
Things I have uttered recently (apart from 'Good morning' and 'Thank you', to the postman).
'Oh, madam, what are you doing behind?'
'Horus, get out of that.'
'Who's a best girl then?'
'Yummy Noodle puss num nums.'
'Oh, Horus, don't do that.'
'Yes, what a nice clean cat bum.'
'Oh, Ish, you revolting animal.'
'There's a lovely Ish-cuddle.'
'Oh, Mooncat, get off there.'
'What an underfoot cat.'

And so on and so forth. Responses have ranged for disdainful silence to enthusiastic purring, via the full range of meow, wong, wow, meep, prrt and sss (the latter being Ish's response to me trying to turn over in the middle of the night). You jsut don't get the conversation these days!

Comments

[stevegreen.livejournal.com]

I haven't had a face-to-face conversation since Monday, unless you count in front of the mirror. It's the (friendly) arguments I miss most.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Yes. I had years of that when working in Wales. It sucks. (You could, of course, give in and get a cat...)

[stevegreen.livejournal.com]

If you delete the word "cat" and insert "dog", I fully plan to, after Eastercon.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Dogs are also good.