Yakety Yak, Don't Talk Back!

It has not been a mystery here that Lilac likes to tell us what's on her mind.  She particularly feels the need to expostulate around four in the morning.  Lately, she feels the need to comment on just about everything, rather loudly.  The more interesting the movie or television show we're trying to watch, the more she seems to have to say.

I'm going to admit right here and now that it's becoming more and more difficult to find this trait endearing.  I'm pretty sure that Mr. Taleteller feels the same way.  My biggest underlying fear is that not only is she driving us bananas, but that she might be a resident of Looneyville herself. 

Yesterday morning was a good example.  Things were pretty much going as usual here.  Mr. Taleteller got up at 4:30 with the girls, took them out to the pen, fed them and came back to bed.  Bunny came back to bed, as well, while Blueberry made herself comfortable on the couch.  Lilac slept on a dog bed in the living room for a while before coming in to let me know that my alarm clock was about to go off.  How she knows this is a mystery of the universe.  Anyway, I got up and made my way out to the living room, then the kitchen for my water and finally back into the bathroom.  This is when it begins.

Lilac:  Alert!  Alert!

Me: (opening the bathroom door)  What is it?

Lilac:  Timmy's in the well!

Me:  What?  Who?

Lilac:  There's no need to fear!  Underdog is here!

Me:  Look, it's really too early for this.  Perhaps you could go in and finish your dream in there on the dog bed.

Lilac:  What are you doing up so early?  While you're standing here, make yourself useful and pet me!

Me:  I really don't have time.  I have to get ready for work!  Since when are you talking to me about getting up too early?

Lilac:  Is it early?  I hadn't noticed!  Would you be so kind as to pet me?

Me:  I am petting you!  What else do you want?

Lilac:  (yawning)  Oh, look at the time!  It's time for my early morning nap!  Toodles!

So, I close the door and start trying to get ready once more.  Of course I can't get off that easily.  Soon I hear demands from the living room.

Me:  What is it now?

Lilac:  My pillow's not properly fluffed.

Me:  Are you serious?

Lilac:  (stands and blinks) 

Me:  You only get away with this because you're an old lady!

Of course I go out, fluff her pillow, turn on the news for her as well as the kitchen light and check to make sure she's got fresh water waiting in her bowl.  I'm not sure which one of us is losing her mind, but I'm pretty sure one of us is on the verge.  I also know that one day, I'm really going to miss these funny little talks with her.  I just hope that it's a long time from now.