Cats and Chandeliers

“I think our human servants, Mewreen and Meugh, should do undertake some remodeling of our Schacteau,” mused Patchtricia and she rolled on her back while lying on the orange blanket.”

“What type of remodeling?” asked Pawline as she got up, stretched and went to the food bowl for a snack.

“Well,” said Patch considering, “I’m thinking of a chandelier.”

“A chandelier,” replied Lamont opening one eye and gazing with limited interest at his sister. “Why a chandelier?”

Warming to her subject Patch said, “Well, we are pretty hep, swinging type cats and we need to swing. Now there is the fan with lights over the computer desk, but it is out of our leaping reach I think, and might be difficult to hold onto as it turns at various speeds, some of which might be too fast.”

With visions of she and her siblings hanging onto a spinning ceiling fan, Paw added, “It’s sounds like fun, but getting a grip on that think would be pretty tricky. If memory serves, you tried to do that didn’t you Lamont with rather disastrous results?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Lamont as he recalled the day he did jump up to grab a fan blade and was slung against the wall.

“A chandelier is stationary,” said Patch returning to the subject at hand. “It has all types of sparkly things that catch the sun and would give us light spots to chase. And if we leapt high and got a hold of it, we could swing on it to our hearts content. Oh, that sounds like fun.”

“Let’s have them put up two chandeliers,” added Paw. “Then we could swing from one to another slapping paws with each other as we passed midair. Oh, I say Patch, I think you are on to something really interesting here. Think about clouding their minds and inducing this idea Lamont. You should be able to do that.”

Lamont slowly closed his open eye recalling his crash into the wall while trying to hold onto the fan and began to snooze.