Arthur and I were playing fetch. I was on the bed while Nebula was laying on the chair. Typically, if Arthur brings me his tennis ball and I don’t throw it, he pitches a fit until I do. 

I guess he decided to let the kitty have a turn throwing it, so he put it on the chair next to her. But being a kitty, she can’t exactly throw a tennis ball. And because she doesn’t understand fetch anyway, she thought that he gave her the tennis ball and kept it. 

The ensuing tantrum was MONUMENTAL. And every time he tried to take the tennis ball back, Nebula would smack him across the face to keep him from taking it. 

“He gave it to me! It’s MINE now.”

 The face of a kitty who regrets absolutely nothing. 

He kept crying and hollering about it though, so eventually I had to take it from her. She let me have it with a look of utter feline resignation.