Scene: Hello boys, come to join me in the kitchen? How lovely to see you, and my aren’t you both purring fit to bust! I love you lots my gorgeous sweethearts, let me stroke you both and scratch you behind the ears. Mmmm, isn’t that nice? Ooh it’s nice to be popular, but I’ve got to prepare dinner my poppets…
Translation: Oh cut the cackle and give us something… (Rusty, this two-prong attack doesn’t work when she’s too thick to realise it’s a snack we want.)
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