Filou-Queen

38 - Spring 2015


My roommate said: "Filou-Queen, your paws look like those of a rabbit."
"Cute, isn't it?"
"Very cute!"





I was asking my roommate: "What's this?"



"It's a Swiss ball."



"It smells good. What is it made of?"



"It's some kind of plastic."
"I like plastic."



"What are you doing now?"
"I'm inflating it, so that humans can sit on it."
"That's too loud for me."



"It's ready."
"Now it looks very dangerous."



"I've put it on the balcony, because it stinks."
"I liked the smell. And how shall I get on the balustrade, when the Swiss ball is there?"
"I will bring it in, when it doesn't stink any more."
"But then it's still dangerous and even the wonderful smell of plastic will be gone."
"I want to end this discussion."
"And I want a treat!"
"You always want treats."





My roommate was searching for me and she had some kind of a premonition where I was.



"Ah, I can see one eye ..."



"... and there is the second one!"



However, this time ...



... she found both of them at the first go.





Oh, that looks very delicious!



It's a big fat pigeon!