Miss Poki wasted no time in training her new masters (The
Misters) in the customs to which she had grown accustomed.
Climbing up on the table (or your chest) and sticking his
head in your face means, variously: “I want kisses on my head!” “Give me a
forehead bump, yo!” or “Is you got any brains up in there?”
Opening the fridge door causes Miss Thing (Poki’s nickname’s
nickname) to rush up and see if she can
smell her open can of food and utter gentle mewing which can be understood to
mean any of the following:
“Yo, got some
food for me?” “Hey, you know you forgot to feed my ass!” “Aren’t I cute? Don’t
you want to reward my cute-acious behavior? ”
Resisting the siren-song of Poki’s wee peeping, The Misters
would respond thusly:
“Miss Poki, your mommy warned us about your trickery.”
“Well, she ain’t here. She don’t need to know nothing. C’mon: it’ll be our little secret!”
Miss Poki is a tricky smitty!
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