joya...."Something is following me."
biped..."No Joya, that's just your tail."
wap wap wap..
joya..."I caught it."
joya...."Woah there buddy! This is my desk and no cats are allowed."
grrrrr grrrrr grrrr
*this is the point where either the biped or grandma jumps up running toward the sound of the grrrs. War is about to begin."
*joya gets as close as possible to her prey. Usually its poor Heesh, who doesn't have a single mean bone in his body. She gets closer and closer, her tail whipping back and forth faster and faster.
***very high pitched scream which most closely sounds like a midnight catfight."
joya...."Oh no, I killed it. Now I'm in trouble again."
*** Joya walks slowly to her bedroom door and waits for the biped or grandma to let her back in."
Joya...."I'm sorry biped, I just don't like cats!"
biped..."Well thank goodness it was just a Heesh look-a-like this time."
biped...."We've changed Joya's free time to after dinner now. It seems to be the best time when Annie (who HATES joya) is on top of the fridge and smudge, ollie and heesh have collapsed in a pile on the sofa. Once or twice a week we have to stop Joya from harrassing someone. As soon as she sees either grandma or me she trots down the hall way to her room."
biped...."I really think that Dr. Phil should devote an episode on Joya. I can just imagine the drama at the end when he reveals to her that she's actually a cat and she slaps him across the stage in disgust."