Pierre: I think there’s something in Newton’s fish tunnel.
Pierre: I had better take care of that for him. Newton would not like having an intruder.
Pierre: It’s fighting back! I’m not letting that thing get the best of me!
Newton: Do you MIND?!
Pierre: ???
Pierre: I… umm… sorry about that.
Newton: You SHOULD be. My fur is all rumpled, and I didn’t have another bath scheduled for two hours.
Pierre: Well, how was I to know it was you in there?
Newton: Because it’s my tunnel. Do I need to ask your permission to leave so I can visit the little kitten’s box?
Pierre: No, you go ahead when you’re ready.
Pierre: Gotcha!
