This post is from last spring, shortly after the feral beast's arrival when he was still afraid of everything and everyone.
George: Knock knock.
Johnny CashCat: Who's there?
George: A herd.
Johnny CashCat: A herd who?
Alan: A herd you were home so we came over.
Since Johnny won't leave the feed room to meet the herd, I let the herd in the feed room to meet him.
Johnny CashCat: Please tell me I don't have to share my litter box with them.
Is it my imagination or is Johnny rolling his eyes at me?
Johnny: That burro just picked up a bale of hay with his teeth!
And she wonders why I'm afraid of him...
Lucy: I'll be your friend, Johnny. My jokes are much better.