CAT: “Meow!”
ME: “You would like me to skritch you?”
I skritch cat.
ME: “Ew. You didn’t tell me you were covered with cat spit.”
CAT: “If I had told you that, you would not have skritched me.”
ME (wiping hands on pants): “I can’t argue with that logic.”
Then I accidentally knocked one of her cat toys to the floor. Ten minutes later, she was still staring at the toy to see if it would do anything else. Dude, it’s a piece of string attached to a stick; it’s not like it has a MOTOR inside or something.
Photo by Julie. When Sasha looks this peaceful, it's easy to forget that she is narcissistic even by cat standards, and emits the Meow of Satan
