Life of Comedy

Precious Little Telki Pt 2.

     I slowly crane my neck so that I'm  facing my pet ferret's cage. 

     "I'm really losing it, aren't I," I mutter to myself.

     A squeaky sigh resounds. "No you're not!" peeps the voice again, seeming upset and agitated. I watch Telki as the words are spoken, to see if she actually is talking. Sure enough, her lips are moving, and her teeny eyes look a bit red.

     "Aww," I remark, starting to feel remorse, thinking I've offended her tremendously. "I'm sorry, Telki," I say, walking to her cage. I open the door to grab her. Once I have her safely secured in my arms, I hug her petite size in my big, human arms. "I'm sorry," I repeat.

     She sniffles. "I-It's ok..." 

     Telki suddenly jolts out of my embrace and gracefully lands on the carpet. "Ok, now that we've got that sorted out, time to do some real things..." snickers Telki, no hint of that upset and sad ferret left.

     I stutter in confusion. "B-But what— Were you faking being upset?" I shout at her.

     Telki gives a look as if she's been wronged. "Why ever would you say that?!?! I am your precious, Little Telki. I would never do that!" exclaims Telki, dramatically.

     I grumble. "Fine, you win..."

     I swear I saw a teeny smirk on that little face...

     "Ok, so we need to talk about my food pellets, like seriously, eating Herby Taste of Yesterday Ferret Pellets is getting old. It just tastes like grass... Not that I've ever tasted grass, but I assume that is what grass would taste like if you crashed your face into and get a mouthful of grass that a dog might've possible peed in. Gross. I know. Exactly my point." says Telki, going off on a long rant.

     I nod my head, thinking that was the end of it, but oh no, that was certainly not the end, that was just the beginning...

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     "--and that is why I need a new cage. It has become so stuffy in there. You can't even possibly begin to imagine the horridness of having to live in there and only being able to be free of that stupid jail at usually 4:00 PM, but then be locked back in at around 4:10 PM because you, my owner, are too tired to play with me longer!" shouts Telki (begrudgingly), finally wrapping up her little speech with a humph.

     "Ok, ok, geez, I get it. Relax!" I say, exhausted from the ferret's continuous complains.