It was getting toward the end of my work day when I spied Johnny through the window,
perched on the porch railing.
Johnny spied something that gave him cause for alarm.
What could it be?
Johnny: Damned dog.
Smooch: Damned cat.
Johnny: You could feed me now and put an end to the drama.
Me: Or you could relax and wait another half hour until it's dinnertime.
Johnny: Can't blame a cat for trying.