“As I recall, we got more than a little sidetracked last time.” Summer folded her arms and glared at him. “Interesting that you’re this upset about it, though. You do know cats have short lifespans compared to humans, right?”
“Of course I’m upset,” Loki snapped. ”He’s Cat and I thought I had hurt him!” He stopped and gave her a very hard look. ”Why mention that? He is naught but a kitten.”
Summer smacked herself in the forehead. “A little something about you not caring, I think it was. I’m just saying, if you’re this upset because you accidentally got him stoned — oh, never mind. Just never mind. Look, he’s fine. He’s very happy right now, and in a couple hours it will wear off, and you should try to give him a smaller dose next time.” She sighed. “Why in the world is the only thing that gets you wound up a /cat/?”
“I never said I didn’t care!” Loki fumed, “As I recall, that was a conclusion you drew yourself. I didn’t GIVE him the dose, he climbed up on the cabinets and ate the whole bloody bag!”
“You work pretty hard to push people to that conclusion, Loki. Liemaster,” Summer drawled. “How’s that working out, that lying to yourself bit?” She ignored his tale of Cat’s antics. Cats did that. Generally speaking, they knew their own limits. Loki, apparently, didn’t.