Tonight I was grousing that there was nothing in the house for dinner. The kittens looked nervous for a moment, so I reassuringly told them I would never actually eat either one of them. Probably.
They looked both relieved to hear it and pleased to be such cherished members of the family. Unfortunately, when I tried to make sure we were all on the same page, they were a bit, umm, well, cagey, in reply.
Not good. I guess the feelings aren’t mutual after all. I guess all those looks I mistook for adoration were really looks of wonderment, as in wondering what I’d taste like slathered in barbecue sauce.
I guess I’ll be sleeping with the bedroom door locked and the lights on from here on out.