»Come out, kitty, kitty, kitty.«
The llama is crawling on the floor looking under the couch, the tables and the armchairs in the living-room.
»What are you doing, animal?« I am asking placing grocery shopping bags in the hatch of the pass-through between our combined living- and dining-room and our little kitchen.
»I am looking for the cat you let into the apartment«, the animal answers. »You know what's strange, dude? You never seize to state that you do not like cats and yet you are hosting their kind over and over again. Is this one another candidate to become your next new animal companion?«
»Maybe«, I answer taking a big juicy bite from one of the apples of one of the shopping-bags.
»I can hear the kitten rumpage now and then but it won't come out of its hiding«, the llama is stretching its neck to look behind the big flat screen on the wall. »And I have tried everything, every trick I could think of - a bowl of water, another one of milk, even a big ball of wool for it to play with.«
»Maybe the cat is in hiding because it is preying on you, animal«, I secretly smirk to myself. »And once you do not look and do not expect it it will jump at you from behind and bring you down all claws in your back.«
»Don't be silly, dude, such a lovely, little kitten.«
»It's a lynx, llama, one of the big cats, one of the wild ones.«
Never before I have seen the llama running out of the glass-door to the roof-terrace and around the little house that is our penthouse apartment on top of the apartment building that quickly before.
In total terror it is constantly shouting, »Are you nuts?«
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»Very funny.«
The llama is reading today's BlockBlog post over my shoulder.
»Funny, but not true. I haven't seen you making any grocery shopping in quite a while, dude. So pack and unpack your bags and get us some food, dude.«
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