Don’t be creepy, I said, as she slunk down the passageway when she heard me
come inside and began circling the bowl.
I just fed you an hour ago.
But she looked up at me with her one cold, implacable eye.
Look at you, I said. You’re tubby.
I’m not fat, she said, Just fluffy. Will you please feed me?
I had no comeback for that.
You can’t argue with a cat.