Augie
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314 appearances
2 recordings
2 series
first heard Dec 2024
last heard Mar 2025
Augie’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Without her being aware of it, the soundtrack of the rain and the whoosh of the heat whispering from the floor vent gave way to a dream about the outdoors. In her mind's eye she saw the downpour splashing in puddles on the deck and petite sparrows perching on the railing. She happily imagined squirrels darting through nearby tree branches as she watched with interest. It was a beautiful dream.
But then, very gradually, in her imaginary world of the back deck, there was a sound that didn't fit. It was a rumble. No, it was a growl. Ein Landwäscher vielleicht? Nein, das war nicht richtig. Langsamer auf die Dämpfe ihres Nappens, wurde Augie wieder einmal bewusst von ihren Umgebungen.
Sie war in ihrem leichten, komfortablen Bett, und der Regen klingelte immer noch auf dem Glaszimmer hinter ihr. Die Heizung sang immer noch ihre komfortablen Lieder. But there was something else happening close by, and she had to open her eyes to see what it was. Sitting there, right in front of her, with a look of serious concentration, was Meatball.
He was meditatively pawing the edge of her bed with his tiny little footpads and staring earnestly right in her eyes. Der Geräusch, den sie in ihrem Traum gehört hatte, war tatsächlich sein lauter, atemhafter Geräusch. Tatsächlich war es ziemlich beeindruckend, den Niveau der Vibration, den er erzielt hat, um so eine kleine Katze zu sein.
Sehend ehrgeizig auf sie, streichelte und drückte, streichelte und drückte seine Haare. as if needing a very important batch of biscuit dough. She had to admit, he was really putting all his energy into the process, as if by making these biscuits he was working on the most important project in the world.
Augie might have felt annoyed at this intrusion into her treasured space, but she understood his comfort-seeking impulses Sie konnte ihn nicht für sie verurteilen. Nach allem hatte er nicht sein eigenes Bett, und seines war wirklich das beste Gebäude in der ganzen Haus. Er hatte bessere Entscheidungen, als sie es sich vorgestellt hatte.
Als sie all das verarbeitete, wurde Meatball sehr hart und hielt sich auf ihre Kuschel. Although Meatball didn't take up much room, this was an unusual loss of personal space for her. But the purr motor continued and Meatball rolled backward, sticking out his feet. Augie noted that these were surprisingly large compared to the rest of him.
Then, as if conquering a foreign land, he began trying to grab one of the ungainly appendages, licking it with his pink sandpaper tongue. Oogie beobachtete diesen Versuch mit Faszination. Was für einen schrecklichen Job er macht, schlug sie nach innen. Weißte er nicht, wie er diese einfache Aufgabe durchführen kann? Nach allem, Baden war eine der Hauptangelegenheiten eines Katzen.
Ein Feline musste respektvolle Ausstellungen behalten. Unabhängig von seiner Unabhängigkeit, begann Oggie, die Eier und den Kopf von Meatball zu licken. Wenn er in ihr Bett sein würde, musste dieser Kitten sauber sein. Meatball sah sich perfekt glücklich an, um ihre Hilfe zu akzeptieren, und er beendete, um seinen enormen Fuß zu holen.
Er legte sich zurück auf Oggies leckere Haare und schloss seine Augen in scharfe Rücken. His tiny pot belly began rising and falling softly as she took care of his bath for him. At one point his eyes opened briefly and he swatted at his own tiny tail, which was visible between his feet. But this fascination soon took a back seat to exhaustion. It had already been an extremely busy day.
Für Meatball war eine Schnauze bald unvermeidbar. Als sie ihre unerwartete Besitzerin beendet hatte, sah Augie, dass Meatball nach Traumland gehen wollte. Sein Pöhring ging für eine Weile autonom. But then it got softer and slower, and his little tummy rose and fell with a regular rhythm. Then, lying right there in that undignified, sprawled position, he was asleep.
Well, this was a fine kettle of fish, Augie thought with exasperation. The humans brought home a helpless infant and then took almost no responsibility for his training. He didn't even have his own cat bed yet and he had no idea about water fountain etiquette.
She could see that she would be very busy making sure that Meatball understood the rules of the house and furthermore how to wash his own feet. Her work would never be done. But for now, she had to grudgingly admit, that he was very warm, snuggled into the bed with her. And the rain was still falling. Pitter-pat, pitter-pat. Despite her many thoughts, her eyes grew droopy again.
The noises of human life drifted to her from the distant kitchen. Doors opened and closed. Children babbled. Water ran into the sink and then stopped. She would find Meatball his own sleeping place tomorrow, she thought, fuzzily, as she succumbed to her dreams once again. That is, if he wasn't scheduled to leave.
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