Two Tales Of The Cloudling

I

A couple of days ago, the Angel cornered Cloud in the bathroom and much bad language ensued. The human rescued Cloud, and tried, in vain, to soothe her. I held her in my arms like a baby, and massaged her little feets. She'd start to purr, her eyes would glaze over, and then she'd fight to hold onto her mad - her eyes would sparkle right up, and the chirps would commence. Mom would rub more feets, rub the face, etc., and Cloud would downshift into purrs, then snap right back into mad. Eventually the human gave up and just looked for a place to release her where she wouldn't happen to anybody else...

II

Yesterday the human again met up with Cloud in the bathroom. Remembering the day before, the well-meaning human closed the door for some uninterrupted quality time with Miss Cloud. Cloud sat on her lap, purring and drooling (what can I say? it's what she does when she's happy), and then someone began to beat on the door. Which wasn't closed all that tightly. You guessed it: in popped Angel, and Cloud began to modulate her purrs with chirps. It sounded sort of like a car trying to start. It was very funny, but please don't tell her I said so...