pretty sure you qualify as a deadly weapon.
and of course you wait to jump in until i’ve put in my fancy clothes.
you dodged a bullet, cat. i almost took you with me to dogland.
neither you nor your cuddle buddy are coming on vacation, cat.
get out of there cat! oh…you can’t.
no cat. you cannot come on holiday with me. the neighbour will feed you and give you regular strokies, promise.
get out of there cat. you are not my luggage.
no, cat, my big secret on “baggage” isn’t going to be that i’m a cat lady. that’ll scare him away. i’m sticking with “cries uncontrollably at the thought of ASPCA commercials.”
get out of there cat. you do not count as a carry on.
no, you cannot go on my trip with me. and you’re not really keeping me from packing. i’m taking two bags.
get out of there cat. like always, these trips are non negotiable
get out of there cat. you are not toiletries.
i know you’re sad that i’m leaving but you’re not helping me to pack. at all.
there is no way you need THREE carry-ons.