Weekend guest or... ?

He came running as soon as I started shaking the yogurt container, as I knew he would. I placed the lid yogurt-side up and watched with my usual small pleasure as he scooted it around the floor, licking the yogurt off.

He dispensed with the yogurt quickly and, looking up at me, said "We gotta talk. Sit down". The curled lip, the not-so-subtly exposed bicuspid, and the stationary tail made it clear that I'd better do as told.

"OK, it's like this, see. You know that lady who's been here the last few days?".

'ML?', says I.

"Dat's the one. It's about time someone treats me with the attention and affection that I deserve."

'She does seem to be very fond of you', I said.

"Right. Cut the small talk. She needs to move in. So does that tall guy. I need someone to do tug of war with."

'Well, it's true that you are a bit neglected..'

"You won't go there, if you knows what's good for you.", he barked.

'But ML is married..'

"Her husband can move in, too."

'I'm not sure we have enough rooms. What will we do when Beth comes home?'

"Not a problem. You can stay in that little house in the back."

With that, he walked away, toenails clicking. "Make it happen.", he said with a growl.