This morning, Preston and I watched as Cal, the big black cat, lay quitely next to the twisty-tie that he had been attacking earlier.
Suddenly, his brother Grimmy comes flying around the corner, makes a stealth attack on Cal, and withdraws.
Cal sits there looking confused for a second, then smacks the twisty-tie emphatically and calmly walks off.
I look at Preston, "Cal really is your son."
P: "Why do you say that?"
Me: "Because he killed the twisty-tie when he was really mad at his brother."
P: "Maybe he was just showing Grimmy what he would like to do to him."
Me: "I'll pwn you like I pwned this twisty-tie, bitch."
P: "Uber-pwnage."
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