"He'd better not! And it's not my hand that's going to get licked around here in a minute," Pop snaps.
"All right, all right."
Actually, my pop sometimes jaws so long it'd be a relief if he did haul off and hit me, but he never does.
We call it a draw for that day, and I have Cat.
Ch2. Cat and the Underworld
Cat makes himself at home in my room pretty easily.
Mostly he likes to be up on top of something, so I put an old sweater on the bureau beside my bed, and he sleeps up there.
When he wants me to wake up in the morning, he jumps and lands in the middle of my stomach.
Believe me, cats don't always land lightly—only when they want to.
Anything a cat does, he does only when he wants to. I like that.