Excuse me....Blue Man...Mr. Blue...Blue....sheesh. Don't think that I didn't notice you hanging out with my mom for a photo shoot. I heard her swooning over you. Calling you handsome.
I heard mom quickly shift to "don't worry Figaro, he's not more handsome than you"!
My feline feelings are hurt.
Ok, I'll hang out with you. Maybe.
You like my wood pile?
Now you are going to play King of the Wood Pile? I don't like that a bit!
And now you blow raspberries at me? Harrumph!
I am more handsome than you. My mom says so.
So it must be true.