[text; iphone]

[amberhearted]

Anyone head to the museum with the statues recently? Heard they added a real live bird. Is that normal?? Idk I don't [ and then he forgets to backspace ] familiar with the artistic community unless you count the homeless lol

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[visionarykitten]

[Gomez comes wandering over to where Alex is sitting on the couch and peers over his shoulder at the iphone. And he promptly complains about it.]

I wish you wouldn't write so much.

[amberhearted]

Wh-huh? [ he glances at gomez, then his phone, and back to gomez again. ]

You don't like reading?

[ guess who hasn't realized cats can't read english. ]

[visionarykitten]

Uh.

[He skews his ears at Alex and looks away, looking somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed. Or as much as a cat can.]

I can't. I don't know what any of those little mark things mean.

[amberhearted]

[ a cat is judging him what else is new ]

Ohhhh. Oh, right, yeah.

[ is he going to teach a cat how to read?! the thought makes him laugh.

he reaches up to scratch gomez's shoulders. ] I was talking about a bird in the museum. A bunch of us ain't got a fucking clue why it's there.

[visionarykitten]

[The kitten arches his shoulders into the scratching with a little purr. It interferes a little with his speaking, making it more rumbling and, at the same time, making it harder to keep using the understandable language instead of cat-speak.]

Rrrrrr. A fvouhweh? In a what? Ffrihrau auhhu ur-au museum? I mean... what's a museum?

[amberhearted]

[ this, alex thinks, is what trololo cat would sound like if he hadn't been dubbed over with music.

he'll resist the temptation to try with gomez. ]

A museum... is a place where art is shown. Indoors. Often fancy and vague, with hidden meanings because that's sophisticated.

[visionarykitten]

[Yeah, most of that? Pretty much beyond Gomez's understanding. He doesn't really understand "art" and he definitely doesn't understand sophisticated.]

And there's a fvouhweh? ... er. A bird? In it? Is that "art"?

[amberhearted]

[ HE'LL LEARN EVENTUALLY... ]

Maybe, maybe not. Art's kinda cheap because you can call anything 'art'. Like-- [ he snaps his fingers as he thinks of an example gomez might understand. ] Like your litter box. One time one of you guys pissed a heart shaped clump. Someone could call that 'art'.

[ actually, alex had been the one to jokingly call it 'art'. ]

[visionarykitten]

[The ears go skewed again in obvious confusion.]

... that's weird. Do they let People in to museums? I mean-- cats?

[amberhearted]

Nnnnnnot that I'm aware of.

[ he reaches around, picking gomez up and setting him down in his lap. he keeps hold of his forelimbs, casually playing with them. ]

There's a lotta places you're not allowed inside. It's a cruel world, but them's the breaks. [ his lips purse and his brows rise as he gets an idea. ] I can take you to the pet store later, though. You can pick a toy.

[visionarykitten]

[Since Gomez is used to this playing, and because it's his ehhif ding it, he lets it happen, though he's trying to follow along with the conversation, too.]

I don't think the pet store's as good as the museum... I want to know more about this stuff, too.

[He pauses and turns back his ears a little.]

Besides... the pet store will make you put me in that box.

[amberhearted]

[ gomez you're a sport.

(at least alex has left the more undignified playing to the other two cats now that he knows about gomez's sentience. like flying in the air making plane noises.) ]

What! Naw, as long as you're on a leash I think you'll be okay. We can claim speciesist if they don't let us in.

[ dogs on leashes, but not cats! perish the thought. ]

[visionarykitten]

[That one's appreciated. Gomez never did like that game. He flexes his claws a little in mid-air, half a stretch and half a kneading motion at nothing.]

I dunno... it's better than the box, I guess....

[Leashes are still kind of degrading, though. Stupid ehhif and their rules.]

[amberhearted]

I know, I know. It's rough. I wouldn't want a leash on me, either. [ he briefly splays gogo's arms up and out, like he's cheering a victory. ] But you get to sleep all day!

[visionarykitten]

So do you!

[Considering he worked all night. Gomez didn't have that much to do. He wriggles, trying to get free of the leg-pulling now. He's had enough.]

I guess a leash is better than the box. So. Okay.

[amberhearted]

[ laughing, he lets go of gomez. ]

That's true, that's true! All right, we can go when my laundry's done.

[visionarykitten]

Okay. When you're laundry's done.

[Save from the paw-tugging, Gomez instead turns about on Alex's lab and settles down there to knead on his knees and purr a little.]