A Conversation

Jadzia: I got a new nip sock!!! I'm so psyched!
Curzon: No, WE got a new nip sock.
J: Then why did TSB give it to ME first?
C: Ladies first (inaudible mumble).
J: What was that?
C: What was what?
J: You said something else...
C: What did I say?
J: I don't know that's why I asked you to repeat it!
C: Well if you didn't hear it, I didn't say it!
J: (almost inaudibly) (explecitive). Anyway, as I was saying before I was SO rudely interrupted, TSB gave me a new nip sock! It seems that the brofur has put a wee hole in the last one and so she decided to try one of her socks for a new nipsock. Of course, half of our attraction to our nipsocks is the fact that they're Mr. Cat sized (and sometimes smelling), instead of little tiny TSB foot sized! Now we're not saying she has little feet - for a ladyhoomin she doesn't - but compared to Mr. Cat, she does! We love his socks, but TSB doesn't think he has any holed-up socks left that we haven't destroyed. So she decided to try using one of her socks.
C: Notice who's noticeably absent?
J: Yeah, the runt!
C: Wish you were too! That's MY sock! We all know TSB makes nipsocks for ME! And by the way I don't appreciate that sneak up and bite and smack while TSB was wrasslin' with me. That was mean!
J: You're mean every day of my life, welcome to a little bit of a taste of your own medicine.
C: Ha! Me, mean? No way! That's you, missy!
J: Excuse me, I am NOT "missy" - I am royalty, and Queen to you! And don't you forget that either!
C: No female rules over me!
J: Except TSB.
C: Oh like she doesn't you? Puh-lease.
Nimbus: Hey guys, would you stop the arguing? You're waking me up. This prince needs his beauty sleep, you know.
C: Oh puh-lease. Don't make me vomit.
J: You just did a half hour ago.
C: That was a hairball, not vomit!
J: Call it what you want, but you still barfed all over the newspaper and a little on TSB's hand.
C: She put the newspaper in front of me, and it's not my fault she put it too close to me and a tiny little bit hit her dew-claw-looking thingie on that paw of hers.
N: That "paw" is called a hand and that "dew-claw-looking thingie" is called a thumb. Geez you know absolutely nothing about hoomins, do you?
C: I know to keep them at a distance whenever possible.
J: You do real good at that too *cough* - NOT.
C: I can't help TSB keeps scooping me up!
N: Yes you can! Just do like I do - squirm!
C: Just shut up and go back to sleep. No one asked for your opinion.
J: (audible smack) Don't talk to my boy like that!
C: And this from the one who hisses at him for no reason.
J: I'm his mother, I'm allowed to do that.
N: Now please you two. Don't make me take off my Good Kitty badge for a minute and smack you BOTH upside the head, because I will! Enough is enough! Now let's just all lay down and sleep this off...
(Everyone lays down and tries to relax while keeping a wary eye on the others.)