Duchess of Yowl: (suspiciously) what are you eating?
Me: cereal. Honey nut cheerios in fact.
DoY: It sounds crunchy.
Me: it IS crunchy. And delish.
DoY: Are you sure you're not eating my cat treats? I know you want them.
Me: This is definitely a bowl of cereal not cat treats.
DoY: (leaping onto table, poking nose in bowl) there's MILK in this bowl!
Me: yes, I pour milk on my cereal.
DoY: you have never offered milk to ME.
Me: Your grace, you've been quite clear you only drink cream and only on special occasions. Like National Cat Day. Or your birthday.
DoY: There's a national day for cats?
Me: Certainly your grace.
DoY: ALL cats?
Me: well, yes.
DoY: It should be just for me!
Me: It's true your grace, you are the pinnacle of catness.
DoY: Don't even think you're diverting me from that purloined bowl of cat treats.
Me: Honey Nut Cheerios your grace.
DoY: whatevs. Pet me while I sample this.
Me: Have at it Your Grace, I'm off to work.
DoY: Bring home better treats, this does not taste like tuna.