Nell: It’s winter again.
Me: I know. We are in the middle of a snow storm and it’s March.
Nell: Kev just went outside to get logs and said he may be some time.
Me: That’s his joke, Nell. You worry about him too much.
Nell: I do not.
Me: You know you do. You go all soft and gooey when Kev’s around.
Nell: Soft and gooey? Ridiculous.
Me: Come on you know it’s true.
Nell: We have a special connection.
Me: He can do no wrong in your eyes. Unlike me.
Nell: He understands me. Just now I was feeling the cold from being in the snow and he dried my fur and tucked me in.
Me: I dry your fur and tuck you in.
Nell: Not in the same way.
Me: Now, that is ridiculous.
Nell: Kev isn’t back yet. Maybe I should check.
Me: You wouldn’t check on me.
Nell: You know perfectly well that I would.
Me: Only after I had been gone an hour and the fire had gone out.
Nell: Rubbish. By the way you never get the logs, or make the fire.
Me: I do other things.
Nell: Yes, you do. Jealousy is very unbecoming, you know.
Me: I know. Sorry.
