Sir Oliver: Good morning Kari.
Me: Good morning! Nice to see…
Sir Oliver: Yes, yes, enough with the pleasantries. Your blanket. I need to be under it now. *headbutt*
Me: Okay, but that’s not a blanket, it’s my arm.
Sir Oliver: Oh. Well then I need to be under this blanket here. Now. *headbutt*
Me: That’s my sweatshirt. This is the blanket right here.
Sir Oliver: You know what? I don’t like your tone. You will need to find some other cat to crawl under that blanket with you. I’m going to sit in the window instead.