Minerva?

Whut?

I thought I asked you not to put your rubber chasey ball on the middle stair?

You did? How about that. Why?

Because if one of the cat staff puts their foot on it, they could fall down the stairs.

Zero.

Zero?

That is how many fucks I give.

Fine, you'll be sourcing your own dinners from now on.Good luck with the supermarket, oh and the money to buy the food, oh and the ability to open the pouches.

I could go feral. Bet I could catch my own dinners

Feral? You are scared of the dark and the last moth you caught was a biter. Feral,my arse.

You get really grouchy when you're covered in bruises, don't you?