Nell: That’s Naughty Nigel in a Christmas hat.
Me: I know it is.
Nell: With Xav the Cat.
Me: Yes, isn’t Xav looking well after his terrible accident? You would never think he was at death’s door a few months ago.
Nell: While we are all obviously extremely pleased to hear about Xav’s recovery, he is clearly making derogatory comments about Nigel’s hat
Me: You don’t know that, Nell. He might be paying him a compliment.
Nell: Cats don’t do compliments.
Me: Some do.
Nell: Look at Nigel’s face.
Me: Labradors are awfully good at sad faces
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: It’s how you get your treats.
Nell: If a Labrador has a sad face then it will be for a very good reason.
Me: Yes. Greed.
Nell: Greed? How can you say that? We are simply being Supportive and Encouraging.
Me: Why do you have to look sad?
Nell: It’s not Sadness. It’s Concern.
Me: If you say so.
Nell: I’m concerned about the lack of leftovers.
Me: I thought Poppy made extra for bubble and squeak.
Nell: When we opened the refrigerator this morning there was nothing much left.
Me: How odd.
Nell: All I am going to say is David was in charge of Clearing Up.
Me: He’s done a very good job then. Darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.
Nell: Clearing Up does not mean Eating Up.
Me: Even Dave can’t have eaten everything.
Nell: He was part of a team.
Me: Oh dear. It wasn’t The Three Kings was it?
Nell: Beauregard might have been involved. Tigers can be awfully greedy, but you can’t think Rupert would stoop so low.
Me: Rupert is a wolf, Nell. Wolves have large appetites.
Nell: Rupert is a gentleman wolf. There’s a huge difference
Me: Of course. Sorry.
