Hannibal was definitely not the sort to suffer that.
He shook his head - in exasperation at the cats, not in denial. "That is Joni, Jono's cat." Following along behind, a bit more suspicious but still curious, was another, larger and furrier, feline. "That is Beethoven; mine. And they have already had breakfast," he added to them firmly.
Not that he expected them to listen. They were cats.
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Date: 2016-05-16 10:46 pm (UTC)He shook his head - in exasperation at the cats, not in denial. "That is Joni, Jono's cat." Following along behind, a bit more suspicious but still curious, was another, larger and furrier, feline. "That is Beethoven; mine. And they have already had breakfast," he added to them firmly.
Not that he expected them to listen. They were cats.