Yesterday, we let the imp go to spend the night with his grandma and grandpa again (where they get the energy to keep up with him, I don't know...) while we ran some errands here in town.
When we got back, the pixie followed me into the kitchen, begging for chocolate milk ("doo jus?" instead of "moo juice"). The cat charged in and started darting around my ankles, screaming, then did the same to the pixie (nearly knocking her over, in the process), before darting over to her (still full) food dish in the back room.
The back room that used to be the back porch. The one that has a good, steel exterior door between it and the kitchen.
The pixie starts chanting "ba kitty" to herself, quietly enough I had to strain to hear her, and toddles over to that door, pushing it shut behind the cat.
I told her she was a good girl, handed her the cup of chocolate milk, shooed her out of the kitchen, and collapsed into a kitchen chair to have a quiet bout of giggles.
She gets so offended when you laugh at her, sometimes. Especially when she's trying to be serious.
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