I’ve been preening all day and working up the nerve to talk to the cute new black and white shorthair that’s been hanging around our yard lately.
I smooth out my fur, fluff up my tail and walk over to the window. She’s sitting right in front. Yowsa!
I strut right up to her and just as I’m about to make my move, my brother Salem walks up to me, points a paw at his teeth and says, “You got a little something right here.”
You suck. You suck. You suck. As I slink away I notice her making googly eyes at him.