To Maeby, who was sneaking Samantha’s food for the Nth time this afternoon.
“Maeby! I’m going to grab your head and just start swinging my arm around. I’m going to be swinging your body around, holding only your head attached by your delicate little neck until finally, like particularly violent game of tether ball, your body goes flying across the room and your decapitated head looks on while the other cats poke at your rotting flesh.”
I just love all of God’s creatures.