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Ok, I suck at this.
Jan. 27th, 2005 11:06 amI was woken (earlier than I had to) by loud and rather angry-sounding meowing that came from somewhere outside. Afraid that Jörg had maybe let Clint walk outside and forgotten to let him back in before leaving for work, I jumped out of bed, cursing. The meowing got louder and louder, and I cursed some more while I tried to find pants and a t-shirt in the heap of entangled clothing next to my bed.
Getting dressed, hopping around with one leg within the pants and the other one outside, I suddenly saw Clint who lay calmly on Jörg's pillow, grooming his fur. He cast me a reproachful look. "What is all this fuss about, really?"
"I thought you were stuck outside", I responded without thinking. Only then I realized that he had spoken to me. I was surprised, but not much. Jörg and I always used to say that Clint was highly intelligent and resembled a human in so many ways that he hardly was a cat anymore, so Clint talking was only further proof of that.
"Well, if you can't discriminate between those foolish men-children there", he cast a disdainful look out of the window, "and my sonorous voice, more's the pity." With a derisive yawn, he returned his full attention to the care of his fur. I scowled, picked up the pieces of clothing I had thrown around in my wild search, and took a shower. The water seemed to melt out of the bathtub walls, streaming upwards to disappear in the shower head; but I attributed that to my tiredness and the adrenaline. It was clean, anyway, so who cares about the direction.
"Don't you plan to do something against that noise?" Clint had come in, keeping well out of the reach of the water and looking at me intently. Suddenly, I felt embarassed. I had never minded having Clint around in the bathroom - he was 'only' a cat, after all - but now that he had begun talking, I felt strangely exposed.
"To do what?" Indeed, the meowing had grown really annoying, but I couldn't think of anything to do about it.
"Oh, what humans usually do when cats are singing in front of their windows."
"You mean..."
"Why not?"
He had a point. I filled a bucket of water (at least I took warm water. Not that it would stay warm for long, but hey.), opened the window, and doused the noisy brats outside. The meowing stopped. They stared at me with big eyes, opened their mouths as if trying to protest, and then ran away like mad.
And now I have to leave for university.
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Getting dressed, hopping around with one leg within the pants and the other one outside, I suddenly saw Clint who lay calmly on Jörg's pillow, grooming his fur. He cast me a reproachful look. "What is all this fuss about, really?"
"I thought you were stuck outside", I responded without thinking. Only then I realized that he had spoken to me. I was surprised, but not much. Jörg and I always used to say that Clint was highly intelligent and resembled a human in so many ways that he hardly was a cat anymore, so Clint talking was only further proof of that.
"Well, if you can't discriminate between those foolish men-children there", he cast a disdainful look out of the window, "and my sonorous voice, more's the pity." With a derisive yawn, he returned his full attention to the care of his fur. I scowled, picked up the pieces of clothing I had thrown around in my wild search, and took a shower. The water seemed to melt out of the bathtub walls, streaming upwards to disappear in the shower head; but I attributed that to my tiredness and the adrenaline. It was clean, anyway, so who cares about the direction.
"Don't you plan to do something against that noise?" Clint had come in, keeping well out of the reach of the water and looking at me intently. Suddenly, I felt embarassed. I had never minded having Clint around in the bathroom - he was 'only' a cat, after all - but now that he had begun talking, I felt strangely exposed.
"To do what?" Indeed, the meowing had grown really annoying, but I couldn't think of anything to do about it.
"Oh, what humans usually do when cats are singing in front of their windows."
"You mean..."
"Why not?"
He had a point. I filled a bucket of water (at least I took warm water. Not that it would stay warm for long, but hey.), opened the window, and doused the noisy brats outside. The meowing stopped. They stared at me with big eyes, opened their mouths as if trying to protest, and then ran away like mad.
And now I have to leave for university.
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Übersetzung folgt.
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