Natasia Sees A Therapist - Part 2
by Melissa Minners
Therapist: Welcome back, Natasia.
Therapist: How have things been working out between you and your <ahem> love interest?
Natasia: Mreow, Momís beginning to accept him a bit more. Iíve actually been allowed to stay over his place at night quite often lately.
Natasia: Mreh, I really enjoy his company. Heís not much of a conversationalist, but he is quite comfortable to be around.
Therapist: Good to see that things havenít turned stuffy between you two <chuckle>.
Natasia: Are you laughing at me?! HISS! Donít think I didnít catch that stuffed animal reference! My Nuzzle is the plush love of my life! Heís a TY Classic Ė his dog tag even says so!
Therapist: Okay. Calm down. I didnít mean to upset you.
Natasia: Anyways, thatís not why I came back. I have an issue that doesnít concern my puppy love.
Therapist: Oh? What seems to be the problem?
Natasia: My owner wants to send me to C.F.A.A.
Therapist: Iím sorry, but Iím not familiar with that acronym.
Natasia: Hiss! Canned Food Addicts Anonymous.
Therapist: I see.
Natasia: She says Iím addicted to canned food.
Therapist: Why would she think this way?
Natasia: Mreow if I know.
Therapist: Well, letís seeÖDoes the sound of a can opener get you overly excited?
Natasia: Mreh, but no more than any other cat.
Therapist: Do you run into the kitchen every time you hear a cabinet door opening?
Natasia: Mreow, I run in there every time someone walks into the kitchen, just in case they feel like sharing.
Therapist: Do you wake your human up at strange hours of the day just to get her to open a can for you?
Natasia: Iím an early riser!!
Therapist: I see. One moment please. <reaches into desk drawer and fiddles with something>
Natasia: Mreow!! I heard that!
Therapist: Heard what?
Natasia: Mreow!! You have a can!!
Therapist: Oh no, I was just opening a soda.
Natasia: Mreow!! I know itís a can!! Give me some! Give me some!!! Mreow, mreow, mreow, mreow, mreow!!!!!
Therapist: And you say that your mother is way off about your addiction to canned food?
Natasia: Mreow!! Give me that can!! I have claws and I know how to use them, Sister!! Iíll drive you nuts with my cat call!! I do the best impression of an annoying car alarm!! Mreow, mreow, mreow, mreow, mreowÖ..
Therapist: <sigh> Maybe human therapy wasnít so bad after all.