Me: “Want sweetcorn?”
The Bobcat: “Sweetcorn is my enemy.”
Me: “Really? You normally hoover it up.”
The Bobcat: “TOMORROW I liked sweetcorn. THIS day…..sweetcorn….is….my…ENEMY!”
Me: “Thanks for clarifying.” [Replaces glasses.]
The Bobcat: “oooooOOoohh. GRaaaavyyy. SWIM, PEAS! SWIM!”
