Tony, my medium sized tabby male, is currently comfort-grooming his sister Bella the whiny butt Siamese mix (we think. We’re not sure. But she has blue eyes, kinda looks a little Siamese in the face and talks a lot. Siamese mix is my story and I’m sticking to it. LOL) because she’s stretched out on the floor with her forelegs stretched as far as she can get them under the couch. Clearly one of her toys has escaped and she wants it back, hence the “Oh my GOD! Why can’t I reach this? THIS SUUUUUUUUUUCKS! I WANT IT I WANT IT I NEEEED IT RIGHT NOW!” whining.
Oh crap. She just figured out I’m “talking” about her. She looked at me. “MOOOM! COME GET MY TOY NOOOOW!”
Guess I’m gonna have to go move the couch.