So, Arthur likes to grab Mingo’s face. And once again, tonight Mingo was begging at the table, and Arthur grabbed his face. Only this time, he held Mingo by the face, and spun him around.
Let me repeat: Spun. The cat. By his face. Dragging his body on the ground.
And no matter how many times Arthur did it, Mingo kept coming back for more. And sort of sticking his head under Arth’s hand, like he was digging the face-grab-drag thing.
And I said “You know what he’d be doing if he had thumbs?”
“What?”
“He’d be texting all his friends to tell them how cool this is.”
Arthur said “Mingo doesn’t have any friends. He just has a sister.”
I said “Nowadays, you need thumbs to have friends.”
