Oh I love having my ears rubbed, don’t you, Tabby?
Not really, Spot. I’m not a hands-on type of person.
You’ve got to be kidding! You don’t like to be petted?
Nope, nada, niet.
I can’t wait to go out to run in the yard. Coming?
I’d rather stalk than run, but enjoy yourself.
Later that morning, a dirty bone and a dead bird lay in the doorway. Spot snoozing on the sidewalk and Tabby licking her paws.