Salem and I are watching our humans bicker. It happens from time to time. It’s usually about whose turn it is to fill the sugar container or make the coffee. You know, important stuff like that.
Salem paws me, “You know they have a big anniversary coming up, right?”
I watch my human clip her toenails on the sofa while my other human watches a rapid succession of war flicks and wonder, “Why do you think they’ve stayed together all these years?”
“I can’t say for sure, but I think she’s waiting him out just to get in the last word.”