Salem walks up to me with his fur sticking out in all directions. “Whoa! Have you been rolling around on the carpet? You know the static will make your hair stand out, right?”
He raises his chin, “Shorthair likes me like this. She says it makes me look ‘hot’.” He smirks. I grimmace.
“Sure, right,” I blink a few times, “hot.”
Salem struts off looking like a dandilion waiting for a wish and I send Shorthair three treats and a note:
Nice job. Next, I’m thinking hats.