LR and Mr. Burt’s not-quite five month old kitten, Dorian Gray, has mad jumping skills. For the past two weeks, Dorian Gray’s jumping skills have maddened LR and Mr. Burt, because most of the time they prompt her to leap onto the kitchen counters — sometimes when the gas stove burners are, well, burning.
Last night, Dorian Gray’s sense of smell was pricked by LR and Mr. Burt’s chicken parmesan. As LR’s hands were full adding cheese to the bubbling skillet, Mr. Burt took charge of the rebuke of their naughty kitten.
Holding her at eye-level with him, Mr. Burt adopted a low tone of patient reprimand and said, “You should go someplace else, Dorrie, if the chicken is too tempting for you.”
Noting the earnestness of her husband’s words, LR barely avoided making a mess with the mozzerella as she burst out laughing. “Did you just tell our cat to resist the devil?”
Setting Dorian Gray on the floor, nudging her away from the kitchen, Mr. Burt looked up at LR with a look of genuine puzzlement. “What?”
“That was a good moral lecutre,” said LR patronizingly as Mr. Burt stood. She kissed his cheek. “You’ll be a good dad someday.”
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