“Dana set her purse, keys, and sunglasses on the island. Bree filled bowls of food and water. The cat leaped onto the kitchen island. He stared at Dana’s face and lifted a paw over her sunglasses. “Don’t you do it.” Dana shook a finger at him. Maintaining eye contact, Vader knocked her sunglasses to the floor. “Your cat’s a jerk.” Dana picked up her glasses, put them and her keys into her purse, and set them out of Vader’s reach. “Yeah, but he’s my jerk,” Bree said.”
