A couple days ago James came over to take care of me (read: do my dishes) while I was sick. When he had to go, instead of saying “well, I’ve got to go now” he meowed, got up, scratched the wall some, and meowed a bit more.
Today he was over for dinner again and brought his new macbook. I commented that he’d added a bunch of user accounts (his sister, cousin, etc.) just as HE commented about his new hummingbird wallpaper.
“Could you make me a new one too?” I asked.
“What, a hummingbird?”
He twiddled his fingers around as if making some origami, then made a “poof” gesture as if the imaginary paper hummingbird had just turned to dust.
“I can’t do it,” he said, frowning.
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