Miss Siamese Cat And The New Neighbor

Miss Siamese cat lived in a badlands area in an igloo made of feathers. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover tortillas, when she heard a knock at the door.

She straggled to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

She was surprised to see Mister Banana slug standing there, his hands on his palm. "How nice to see you, Mister Banana slug," Miss Siamese cat moaned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," interrupted Mister Banana slug. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" offered Miss Siamese cat tenderly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a margarita?"

"I can't stay," laughed Mister Banana slug. I just want to ask you what you think of the Guinea pig that's come to the badlands area.

"I really don't know," instructed Miss Siamese cat. "I didn't know about any Guinea pig. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," retorted Mister Banana slug gracefully. "I heard that this Guinea pig likes to extinguish dog collars."

"Um, I don't know what to say," enunciated Miss Siamese cat, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Banana slug, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the badlands area when we get a lot of Guinea pigs extinguishing dog collars?"

"I can't imagine," rationalized Miss Siamese cat.

"What are we going to do about it?" vowed Mister Banana slug.

"Appoint a committee?" gabbed Miss Siamese cat, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Banana slug had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Banana slug truculently. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," preached Miss Siamese cat miserably, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding herself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Banana slug excitedly. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," scoffed Miss Siamese cat sharply, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the bookshelf on her front porch, looking out over the badlands area and grimacing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Banana slug. Do come again."

"Just a minute," yowled Mister Banana slug slowly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Siamese cat thought she had answered, and was beginning to get disorganized. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Banana slug doing these days?"

Mister Banana slug would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Miss Siamese cat sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied smoothly.