Ashton: After our cold days, it’s open-window weather again, and that means hanging out on the porch!
Ashton: * SNIFF * Oh, that outside air smells so good! It’s tome for some serious rolling around on the concrete.
Pierre: Excuse me, coming through. I get to go out onto the porch first because I’m the oldest.
Ashton: Wait a minute. I haven’t ever heard of this “older cats get to go first” rule before. Is this a real thing?
Newton: Of course it is!
Ashton: But —
Newton: Make way, I’m on my way out. I’m older than you are, too, Ash.
Ashton: I would remember if this happened before. They’re both making this up.
Ashton: At it’s my turn now. Unless there are some other neighborhood cats who are going to crowd out there before I can get to the porch.