Writer: Will you please leave the bubble wrap alone? I want it to sit on top of that box of books, out of the way.
You do not understand how delicious this bubble wrap is! How much fun! I
must rub my face against it repeatedly, mouth the edges, and then drag
it artistically onto the floor. See how beautiful it looks, blocking
your way to the door.
Writer: Yes, blocking my way. I would like to leave the room without having to pick up the bubble wrap every time.
Cat: The aesthetic balance of the room requires a chunk of bubble wrap lying there, just so.
Writer: I could put the wrap on a high shelf, out of your way.
Cat: You wouldn't dare!
Writer: I might.
You're just jealous. You are not the only artist in the family, you
know. Between my graceful poses and my skill with bubble-wrap-dragging, I
am surpassing you! You are Salieri to my Mozart!
Writer: Don't be such a diva.
Cat: It comes with the territory of genius, my friend.
Writer: Oh, go chase down a rubber band, like you did this morning.
Cat: That rubber band was totally going to attack us if I had not leaped upon it and given it a sound thrashing. You're welcome!