I bet kittehs in China could hear me gasp, "Mommeh, what the heck is that?!" as I jumped to hide behind her. She says it is a "bun." It does not look like a bun to me at all. Buns come out of the oven and I eats them on my mommeh's lap wif butter, but she says I would be in be troubles if I tried that wif this kind of bun. Apparently, it is an English Angora bun. I guess that is a delicacy.
Our first meeting wif the delicacy went as follows:
Basically, we did that for about an hour. After that, I lost interest in it because I knew I was safe. My mommeh must keeps it in that special box so it can not hurt me. (But I do not know why she insists on bringing this obviously dangerous creature into the house to begin wif!) Anyway, as I said, I pretteh much has no interest in the delicacy unless it is out of its box. When my mommeh lets it roam around then I become a little concerned for the welfare of BA and myself, and I hiss at it a bit to warn it... But I am not aggressive toward it, because I am more scared than anything, and I just give a quick hiss and run away, and then I hide and peek and watch it. Don't you guys go telling everybuddy I'm scared of this thing. It is embarrassing, because you know I am normally such a fierce and brave ladycat, but for whatever reason, this delicacy spooks me and I'm compelled to run the other way!
Baby Audrey, on the other hand... She is far from frightened. In fact, she tells me she LIKES the delicacy. I asked her if she intends to eat it, but she says she does not. She seems to enjoy its company. She walks around with it when it comes out, sits in the special box with it when it is in there, and has been lying next to its box at night for sleeps! ...I will tell you I am slightly offended by that.
Mercifully, mommeh took the delicacy wif her when she went to Mama's house to play nursie yesterday. I think BA kind of missed it, but I did not. In any case, Mama apparently gotted a kick out of it. She enjoys the company of the delicacy as well, and my mommeh says he could turn into a Therapy Bun. (Does that mean it is an even rarer delicacy than I thoughted?)
As you can see, Mama thought it was great funs, and even shared some of her sweetie 'tatoes wif it. I suppose if it makes Mama happeh it can not be all bad, but... *sigh* ...it is just one more thing I will has to get used to. If you ask me, my mommeh has been putting an awful lot of pressure on me in that department!