I always feel bad when I come home from work and my cats are just like. You were gone for forever. I counted. (Then I walk into the living room and am greeted by a pile of cat vomit, and I don't feel bad anymore.
Oh crap. here he comes Can't I come in the box? You won't fit. You are too fat. I've been eating salad The box isn't big enough. Nonsense, the box is plenty big. You are crushing me! I told you. CAN"T BREATHE!