Ivan The Talking Cat

Ivan out? I ask.

Ivan out?! I’ve asked a thousand times.

Ivan out? as Ivan and I stand at the door.

Ivan looks up at me, head almost

upside down.

Course Ivan wants out you idiot fat cat!

Open this door or put the handle where

Ivan can reach it!

So you can die an early death flattening your ass.

Mivan mout…

I wasn’t the only one to hear it.

WTF?!

Did you hear Ivan? I ask my wife Kathy.

Yeah. He wants out, she says calmly.

But not me, I ain’t calm.

OUR FUCKING CAT TALKED!

Mivan mout…

Whoa! Talking damn cat…

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.