A Chat with Edgar

"Lady, scratch my chin."
Snore.
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"Umph. Blurg."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"I'm sleeping. Shut up."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"I have a lot of work to do today. I need to get all my sleep so I can do it without passing out in the middle."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"I can't even reach your chin. Get your butt out of my face."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"How about if I just put my hand on your neck."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"I'll wiggle my fingers on your neck. All better? Now shut up."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"I scratched your neck. Close enough."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
 "It's a miracle I could even find your neck. You need to lay off the kibble."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"That's not even a real meow. It's some kind of half-assed squeaky whine-grunt."
"Lady, scratch my chin."
"Fine."
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Purrrrr.
Snore.
"Lady, scratch my chin."

This has been "A Chat with Edgar: Lady, Scratch My Chin." Join us tomorrow for a scintillating chat with Kudra entitled, "Lady, Scratch My Butt."