Little ears perk up when I’m in the kitchen. When Andy heard me in the kitchen, always a cue to “mosey over”, he made a slow walk to see what I was up to.
“Food! I bet it’s for kitty boys – or me, sweet little Andy!” he projected through his usual body language.
Nope! I’m washing dishes, kitty. Never mind. While you’re here, I’ll “scritch” your nose. And I did.