Today, in an effort to keep Loki out of my studio, (where he is evidentally so well recovered from neuroapathy that he’s jumping on the workbench and into the window, wreaking havoc on my highly scientific “Stack that somewhere” organization system) James attempted to use psychology on the cat.
At least, I think that’s why I caught him telling Loki “Stay away from the brick. The brick doesn’t love you. It wants a restraining order. It wants to see other bricks…”
Once I finished laughing hysterically, I made him apologize and tell Loki that the brick really did love him. Then there was a brief pause, and James threw his hands in the air and said “What am I SAYING?! It’s a brick!”
He’s nuts, but I love ‘im.