"That cat is rubbing up against my leg," Joe said as he sat at the table, attempting to eat his dinner.
"Maybe he likes you," Rachel said as she sliced up a tomato. "And his name is Benny.”
Joe was looking down at Benny being busy. "Maybe he"s rubbing off his fleas."
"He doesn"t have fleas. He simply likes you," Rachel insisted.
"Why can"t he rub his fleas on you at the dinner table?"
Rachel looked up from her plate and put down her utensils. "You don"t like the cat?"
"I didn"t exactly say that."
"You sort of did." Rachel picked up her iced tea and took a sip. "What was I to do? I was caught in a pickle. Besides, he"s pretty. The dog likes him."
"Rufus likes everybody and thing. He"s not a good character reference."
"So, would you prefer that I take the cat back to the shelter?" S
