Dear Chattery

Setting: A cozy living room with antique furniture, a rocking chair, and a lazy cat sleeping on a cushion.

Characters: Granny, a sweet but completely deaf old lady, and Mr. Whiskers, a mischievous cat.

[Granny is sitting in her rocking chair, reading a book. Mr. Whiskers is sleeping on a cushion next to her.]

Mr. Whiskers: [Opens one eye and looks around the room. Sees Granny and yawns] Hmm… what a boring day. Granny can’t hear anything. I need to spice things up a bit.

[Mr. Whiskers jumps off the cushion and begins to scratch the legs of the table.]

Granny: [Doesn’t hear the scratching and continues reading her book]

Mr. Whiskers: [Knocks over a vase, and it shatters on the floor.]

Granny: [Still doesn’t hear anything and continues reading her book]

Mr. Whiskers: [Jumps onto the bookshelf and begins to knock over books.]

Granny: [Still doesn’t notice anything wrong and keeps reading her book]

Mr. Whiskers: [Jumps onto the armchair and begins to scratch it loudly.]

Granny: [Still doesn’t hear anything and keeps reading her book]

[Mr. Whiskers jumps onto Granny’s lap and meows loudly.]

Granny: [Startled] Oh my! What was that? Oh, it’s just you, Mr. Whiskers. What do you want?

Mr. Whiskers: [Jumps off Granny’s lap and starts to scratch the curtains.]

Granny: [Still doesn’t notice and goes back to reading her book]

[Mr. Whiskers jumps back onto Granny’s lap and meows loudly.]

Granny: [Startled again] Oh my! What is it, Mr. Whiskers?

Mr. Whiskers: [Jumps onto the table and knocks over the tea set.]

Granny: [Still doesn’t hear anything and keeps reading her book]

Mr. Whiskers: [Looks around, confused] Wait, why isn’t she reacting to any of this?

[Mr. Whiskers jumps onto Granny’s lap and meows loudly in her ear.]

Granny: [Finally notices and jumps up from her chair] Oh my goodness, Mr. Whiskers, what are you doing? You’ve been causing all this mischief all along!

Mr. Whiskers: [Looks guilty]

Granny: [Angry] You naughty cat! What have you done? You’ve broken my vase, ruined my curtains, and spilled my tea! Oh, I can’t believe it!

[Granny starts to chase Mr. Whiskers around the room, and the cat tries to dodge her. The scene ends with Granny slipping on a book and falling onto the couch, while Mr. Whiskers looks on with amusement.]

Mr. Whiskers: [To the camera] That’s what you get for not listening, Granny. Maybe next time you’ll pay attention to me.