Because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.
“Hey there Handsome,” says Rissa.
“Well, HE-LLO!” I reply, modulating my voice to a much lower, much sexier, register.
“I am not talking to you,” she says. “I am talking to Steve, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“Because he is the handsomest being in this house,” she continues.
“Yes. Yes he is,” I concur.
“Did I just lose a beauty pageant to a cat?” queries David from the living room.
“You did. Sorry love.”
“I am offended.”
“You don’t have to be. Few can compete with Steve’s perfection.”
Grumble, grumble, grumble… from the living room.
“If it’s any consolation, your tummy is much more attractive than his, since he started licking it bald.”
“I’m not sure that it is,” he yells.
“You’re not sure it’s more attractive than his, or you’re not sure that it’s any consolation?”
Grumble, grumble, grumble…
