Julius is not pleased with all this duckling adoration and is demanding equal airtime. He is not shy about making his needs known to me. Normally he parades around in front of the computer screen until I give up and feed him or rub his belly or turn on the bathroom faucet for him to drink from, whatever his whim-of-the-moment is.
"Oh, it's you again, insolent human.* Can't you see I'm trying to relax?"
"Do not disturb me from my rest. You have no need of this keyboard, foul slave."
"Are you still here? Why aren't you feeding me catnip?"
"Allow me to rub myself all over your keyboard, thus masking your fetid human scent!"
"And now to dream of mice and tasty songbirds!"
"Really? You're still here? Fetch me some salmon! You know I like salmon."
"I call this my homage to Steve Jobs."
"I like chicken too. Remember the time I got up on the kitchen counter and denuded an entire chicken carcass? If you get me some chicken, I won't pee on your computer."
"Zzzz.... dancing burlesque kitties! Catnip margaritas! Mouse heads on a platter! Zzzzzz...."
"Well, it's not catnip but I will tolerate it."
"A little to the left, stupid human!"
"Rub my tummy. I dare you! You need a few more scars on your arm."
"Enough! Begone, insolent human! Fetch me my 'nip. I have no further use for you."
Yes, he is my lord and master.
And happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canucks!