I didn'thavea cat. And even if I did, I sure as heck wouldn’t be 'watering' it with a bowl that could hold ten kittens and enough yarn to knit a sweater.
Again, Jake's voice carried across the short distance. "What's with the leprechaun?"
My uncle looked around. "What?" His eyes gleamed with interest. "Like a new statue or something?"
Slowly, my aunt turned to face him. Through clenched teeth, she said, "Itoldyou that suit looked ridiculous."
He looked down to study his clothes. "What? This?" He looked up. "But it's my favorite."
Next to me, Joel asked, "Want me to toss 'em out?"
My aunt gave a little gasp. "Are you referring to us?" Her voice rose. "Unlikeyou, we're family!"
From somewhere behind us, Jake muttered, "And here, I thought ours sucked."
My aunt's gaze swiveled in Jake's direction. "And who, exactly, are you?"
"Me?" He grinned. "I'm the guy who's gonna toss ol' Lucky out on his ass."
Joel spoke up. "The hell you are."
My aunt gave Joel a grateful look. "Thank you."
But then, Joel said, "If anyone's tossing him, it's me."