The Eliza Cat: I want up on your lap, Nan! The Eliza Cat: ...but I don't want you to pick me up. The Eliza Cat: ... .... ....and I'm scared of sitting in laps. The Eliza Cat: I don't KNOW WHAT TO DO I'm gonna race around the house.
Sadcat pretends like he can't jump all the time. I'm like "tiny asshole, I can't leave a pan of brownies unattended on the kitchen counters, I KNOW YOU ARE ACTING"
Mom, in an Eliza voice: I MIGHT want to be picked up, BY MOM. Me, in a Eliza voice: We can't know, because HE'S always monopolizing her! Mom, in her own voice: Uh, no, honey, there's a picture. You don't like me holding you. Me: Yeah, you're all "put me down now why this"
(when - okay, it's been like, upper 40s around here so today since Colleen was out and therefore not going to be smoking on the patio that is under my window - I cracked the window open a little to let outside air in)
The Eliza Cat: ...but I don't want you to pick me up.
The Eliza Cat: ... .... ....and I'm scared of sitting in laps.
The Eliza Cat: I don't KNOW WHAT TO DO I'm gonna race around the house.
Me, in a Eliza voice: We can't know, because HE'S always monopolizing her!
Mom, in her own voice: Uh, no, honey, there's a picture. You don't like me holding you.
Me: Yeah, you're all "put me down now why this"