My cat asks too many damned questions.
M4H: Why do you attack my feet at 6am? At least attack them at 7 when the alarm goes off.
Cat: Mrowr?
M4H: Do you really have to bring me everything you kill?
Cat: Mrowr?
M4H: You just ate. If I feed you every time you ask, you'll get fat.
Cat: Mrowr?
M4H: Hey, don't come crying to me. I saw you bite the dog in the ass, you deserved to get chased across the house.
Cat: Mrowr?
I swear, if cuteness is a defense mechanism, it's the best damn one invented yet.
- M4H