How dare you disturb me! I know this is technically YOUR space. . .but don’t you realize I’m writing my memoirs? It takes time, since I’ve already had eight lives.
Oh, so I’m using your pen? Is that it? Well it’s a ballpoint, and easier than a pencil.
Coffee ? Well it really doesn’t have enough cream, you know I prefer it that way, but I was so into the memories, I didn’t want to take the time. . .anyway, what’s your problem?
What? You can help? I can just tell you and you’ll write it for me? That’s a great idea!
He settles himself on the blanketed sofa, she sits at the desk. He leans back with his feet crossed and his paws on his chest.
I was originally born in 1970. . .