Alfred was very sorry he'd refused to dish out the food, because she began looking VERY scary immediately while doing it. Like an Olive-robot. A smiley Olive-robot. Is this what she would be like as a wife someday? Not that she was going to be HIS wife someday. In fact, that thought was just odd and strange. He refused to allow it. But in any case, he was rather happy when she kicked him in the shins. It felt more home-like. He stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork and stuck his tongue out at her, smirking.
"I am NOT a house-pet, Ol-love. You have never and will never pet me, because if you do, I'll bite you."
Belatedly, he frowned at her and added, "And there's nothing wrong with cats. Take it back now."
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