"I guess we should've said our mother is not always completely truthful with us regarding our nonhuman subjects?"

"Yes! Without all the yelling. And if you had done that I'd ask 'Why do you think so?'"

"You wouldn't understand, you can't even speak kitty. And kitties are duuumb."

"Hey," yells Martin. 

"Try me."

"Squishy is a loving, intelligent tigress!"

"Yes but is she a person?"

"Yes. You know that if you could speak kitty."

"And how do you know that? If kitties are people why don't they do people things?"

"And what are people things according to you?"

"I dunno. Politics, religion, science, art, phi—philosophy, making stuff."

"Not everyone is religious, or a scientist, or is particularly artistic."

"No but not anyone who is a kitty is any of that."

"Have you met every kitty?"

"Have you?"

"I don't follow Squishy all day. Sometimes she has to go visit her husband."

Shrug.

"I wish she would let me hold her babies."

"Why won't she?"

"Mummy cats are very protective."

"Yes but why won't she in specific?"

"She's afraid I might hurt them. By accident, of course."

"Makes sense, I guess."

"Everything else is okay to eat."

"How do you know that?"

"They're just animals."