It’s been a while since I busted out a seriously good pun. Come on, guys, that one is solid!
And again, that’s our foster cat, not the metaphorical feline that resides in my brain. I don’t know why I always feel the need to point that out, except that CC would probably have some wisecrack retort, while Dinah can do nothing but take it. And maybe scratch (she’s very good at scratching. The growing collection of scars on my hands testifies to that.)