Lately, though, the cat has not been taking JD seriously. We "really" don't know why that is.
Obviously JD has been quite disturbed by that reaction, or lack there of. At one point we were actually counting off the cat's alleged nine lives. He was down to five, I think.
I will deal with momma later, on my own terms...
Here is what I told him. And, I am sticking to it, so, back me up. [notice the total look of sincerity I exude...]
I said: "JD, they could put a wreath of pink roses on your head and it would not matter one blink. You are a male's male because, honey, let's face it you are macho from the inside out.
You are fierce and totally awesome. The cat however is in need of glasses and a hearing aid. Obviously it is getting very old. I mean, I hear your growl and I jump out of my skin until I remember that we are pack. The blue bows just tell the universe that you are secure enough to wear anything and still be MR MACHO."
He bought it. That is a testament to my powers of persuasion.
Now, let's go have a chat with momma, and this time, I will be fierce.
Mommmmmmmmmmaaaaaa, let's talk, shall we?