Cat: No! I am not coming out.
Me: The storms are over.
Cat: You lie.
Me: Excuse me?
Cat: You heard me.
Me: Come on, buddy, you can sit on my lap.
Me: Fine, everyone will see how goofy you look.
Cat: rolls over so his back is to me.
Side note-he did come out about half an hour later to curl up on the lap. His attitude was one of victory. You’d think I’d learn.