Jabba is a security guard.
A serious one.
Alert.
Always on duty.
And the cat…
the cat dares to walk right past the window.
Jabba:
Jojo!
HE IS THERE.
Jojo:
I see him.
Jabba:
He’s walking.
He’s looking around.
He’s provoking.
Jojo:
He’s a cat, Jabbi.
That’s their basic strategy.
Greece is a paradise for cats.
Mild winters, plenty of food, no rush.
They come and go as they please.
They sit on walls.
On balconies.
On our balconies.
Jabba:
This is our territory!
Jojo:
From the cat’s point of view…
it’s just a balcony.
Jabba tenses up by the window.
On guard.
Focused.
Ready to defend.
The scene is already funny because…
how exactly is a pug supposed to catch a cat?
Jabba:
I almost had him!
Jojo:
“Almost” is a very flexible concept.
Greek cats are clever.
Mythology is proof of that.
The goddess Hecate escaped as a cat — from Typhon himself.
Which means, quite simply:
cats know what they’re doing.
Jabba:
Do you remember what Mum said to that lady at the shelter in the Netherlands?
The one who claimed cats should be kept indoors and never let out?
Jojo:
Oh dear…
better not repeat that…
Jabba:
So he can just walk wherever he wants?
Jojo:
Yes.
Jabba:
And me?
Jojo:
At best, you can just bark a little.
Jabba:
Okay, leave that to me then!
