Andy woke up.
Something caught his eye.
“Can I help you, my kitty?” I asked. “I don’t know, Doug. Can you?” came Andy’s reply.
“No one likes a smarty cat, Andrew! ‘May‘ I help you?” Oh dear! My grammar police tendencies have worn off on Andy.
Andy wants to choose a toy from this Ziploc bag of favorites.
After all that fuss, Andy made his decision.
I am kind of proud Andy has become a grammarian, especially since he is illiterate, well, a cat!