“I appreciate your suggestion, Mum, but I don’t want to cartoon a cat. I’ve been thinking that I would like to do a cartoon about…..”
“Mum … I don’t think I want to make a cartoon about a cat.” Why ever not? I would.
“I didn’t think you were particularly fond of cats.” I don’t know what you’re talking about. We used to have a cat. You remember Smutty, don’t you?
“Of course I remember him. But that’s not the point, Mum…”
He was a very good ratter. We used to lend him out.
I don’t understand why you just can’t get on with it? Make a film, I mean.
It’s easy peasy. You could make one about a …
… a CAT. See. There’s a good idea. Everyone likes cats.
All you’ve got to do is think up the story and make the film …
Do you feel better about it now?
“Better about what?”
The animating. Now you’ve done some more of it.
“Er… No. Not Really.”
“Enough is enough, Mum. Beards, moustaches … I don’t need this at the moment. I feel like taking a break.” A break, dear?
“Yes. Stop hurting my head with these daft conversations. I’m just going to go off and pull some weeds or make some crumpets or something.” That sounds nice, dear. And I really do understand. But I don’t think you can just go and leave me here you know.
Oh, well, if you really must … then I wouldn’t say no to a couple of those crumpets.