R Man saw our neighborhood coyote again, down the street, sort of hanging out. The coyote, not R Man. Maybe it was another coyote and not the same one, we don’t really know them that well, just well enough to say hey to. The whole thing led us to have yet another conversation with Saki warning him he cannot go outside, that he’s an indoor cat. Basically he’s ok with that, but because he’s also a teenage boy cat, he can’t take these kind of chats without getting sullen.
He’s all “I can take that stupid coyote.”
And we’re all “You play with stuffed mice filled with catnip.”
And he’s all “He’s practically a stupid dog.”
And we’re all “He’s practically a dog twice as big as you that eats feral cats.”
And he’s all “I'm going to go take a nap.”
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