Lately, my little brother Salem has been bragging like a dog about his two dates with Shorthair. It fluffs my tail if you know what I mean.
So, needless to say, I was not in the most gracious mood today.
Salem saunters over to take a sip of water out of our new water dish.
I hold up my paw, “Halt! You can’t drink out of that.”
Salem’s mouth drops open and he stares at me, “Why not?”
“That dish is sacred. Do you see that chip on the edge? It is said that it came from the human who is a cousin to the human who once pet Grumpy Cat’s real live mother.” My paw flourishes over the dish to show the magnitude of the situation.
He steps back in awe, “Ahh, I had no idea.”
I puff up my chest with pride and lower my voice in respect of “the dish”. I point a paw toward our human’s bathroom toilet, “You may drink from there.”
Salem trots off and I snicker as I drink the sweet water of revenge.