The way I see it, Angeline, it's all a trade off. Yes, the Small Person takes up way too much of The Woman's time . . .
. . . but on the other paw, we have this nice bed we didn't have before. And The Small Person is trying hard to pat me correctly--
Do you smell that, Cory? Tunafish! I thought I heard a can opener.
No doubt. And here comes The Woman, bringing us the tuna juice. Well, I say we ignore her, teach her a little lesson--
But, Cory, it's there! Now! In the cat room!
Dognabbit, Angeline, you have no pride.
As you said, Cory, it's all a tradeoff.
You greedy huzzy! Wait for me!
You know, we're only doing this to keep The Small Person from getting it. She would make a mess and it probably wouldn't agree with her. Tradeoffs.
