Me: ''What are you doing? I thought you were on your way to the basement.''
''Yes yes, in a minute...''
''Do I smell spaghetti sauce?''
Me: ''No, I'm making braised chicken with sausage.''
''Well, it sure smells good...''
''Do you want me to taste it? I'll tell you if it lacks seasoning.''
Me: ''No, I'm good, thanks.''
''But I'm the chicken expert here...''
Me: ''Eating chicken flavoured Fancy Feast doesn't make you a chicken expert.''
Oh my God! She dropped something on the floor!
Can I grab it before she does?
Me: ''I see you Mister. Don't get your hopes up. Anyway, It's a carrot... You wouldn't like it.''
Maybe I would have. I guess we'll never know, unless...
''Hey Owner, did you hear that? I think there's someone at the front door. Yes, go. Take your time...''