I Am Sat In The Living Room With The Pets...

...and I think the cat just told me to shut up.

It's common knowledge that I talk to the television / computer about what I am watching - in this instance, 8 Out Of 10 Cats Does Countdown, which I am still working my way through whenever I get a spare hour, during which Mother is not here - and usually, this is fine. The dog pays no attention, and the walls are thick enough that the neighbours don't either.
     Not so, the cat.

A while back, Suzie started infiltrating the living room. She started subtly, just sort of edging her way in bit by bit - she has never been banned, you understand; she has the run of the house. She just hates and avoids the dog (who, in turn, is rather terrified of her) - before upping her game and taking possession of one of the arms on Mother's chair. Then she tried to lay claim to the chair as a whole, but mother wasn't having that, so she relocated to the mat beside the door, only to find that it wasn't a wholly ideal place to lay one's head due to occasional foot traffic (we considered the idea of only coming in through the back door, but just as with the idea of giving up her chair, Mother found the concept excessive), then she decided upon lying beside Mother's chair - looking disgruntled, until everyone was out, upon which she would zip into position and sprawl out right in the middle of it - and finally, she has decided that the table tucked away in the corner where Billy The Computer is stored (along with everything he sits on while in use) is the perfect place for her; secluded away from the dog while giving her a good view of the room and easy access to the door in case quick escape is needed.
     So, there she is, and there she intends to stay (Mother and I are still arguing that point, but meh; I'll find somewhere else for Billy to live).

...Anyway! Back to Countdown. I was laughing - possibly a little loudly - at something the brilliant Johnny Vegas had said, when I heard an incredibly annoyed yowl sound from the corner, and turning to look, found Suzie, apparently shaken out of slumber, glaring at me pointedly.
     Stunned, I said; "...sorry...?", which got a sort of sighing huff in reply.
     Then, sighing a second time, she curled herself back up and closed her eyes.

So there you go. The cat just told me to shut up, so that she could have some peace and quiet.

To which, I (maturely) give the answer of this:
     =BLOWS RASPBERRY=

Thank you.
     That is all.

=bows, walks off. ...then walks back...=

By the way; in honour of Best Friend 0.5 (1) - t'is his Birthday today - I have decided that from now on, I will be referring to myself by my nickname: Batshit Crazy, Big Fat Lesbian Bitch, or B.C.B.F.L.B for short.

Okay.
     That is all.

=bows, walks off again=

B.C.B.F.L.B x