Cat philosophy

Dexter, I don't know anything about Qatar or Dakar, except Qatar sounds like it's full of cats, so that would be all right with me.  Those are human concerns and therefore beneath my notice.

My philosophy is this:  I am The Cat in the house.  Everyone else is a stooge and placed here to do my bidding.  Maybe I like what the stooges do and maybe I don't.  When I don't like what they're doing, I bite them.  When I like what they are doing, sometimes I bite them anyway.  I always have the upper paw, even though I'm a little kitty, because I never, ever let them know I like them.  Except when they're half asleep and I stick my butt in their faces.  But that's another story.

So, if the stooges started arguing about Qatar (which, by the way sounds made up because what the hell kind of country has a "q" with no "u" after it???) and Dakar, I'd yawn in their faces and then turn and lick my butt.  'Cause hygiene is important.

Dexter, who are these crazy humans you live with anyway?

Dexter's First Post

Brian, I'm just a monkey, man.  Clue me in.  I had figure to out all on my own that the picture of a pencil was what you need to write, duh!  I don't even own a pencil!  But I'm sure I will need to get an eraser.  What do I click now?  Oh, duh, it's probably the box that says "publish." 
So I was wondering how you handle things like this in your household:  Say for instance you are lounging around on a Sunday morning listening to the radio (MPR or CPR), and your humans hear a radio story and one of them thinks it's about Dakar and the other one thinks it's about Qatar.  And they start talking to each other like they are insane and they aren't even on the same map or planet.  What would you do?