a cat's tale

I was sitting on the balcony when the cat from across the street made her way into my garden, it wasnt actually my garden but the neighbor's but i liked it so much that it could have been mine to begin with.I tried to intiate a conversation but i remembered i didnt know that language as it was in my schedule to apprehend-couldnt find the time though. So there i was with nothing to say until another cat showed up and started talking to my cat; she wasnt my cat but i would like her to be so, which meant i had the right to think so. They started talking to each other probably about my incompetence to utter a single miaow- i don't know if they were talking about that but i was feeling so bad that i couldnt, i just took for granted that they talked about that. After 3 hours or so she left. I watched her distancing herself hopping around waving her tail and leaving me no tale to tell. I grabbed a back of unfinished whiskas and nearly choked on them till i was full. Washed it down with a glass of milk. Then i miaowled all night at myself-i am not used to milk and it always gets me-about not knowing the language and customs. Sometimes words come later than expected. Actions follow long after the words sometimes.