"Aww, hello to you too," he answers back. It's so cute when animals do that. If these two aren't carful, Max is going to try to adopt them. (If Anani would allow it.)

"Okay, fishy time for kitties. That includes you too, Anani, if you keep being a good boy." Anani is easily bribed, it seems, because that gets him to stop circling Max's legs like a shark. If new arrivals means unscheduled food breaks, then maybe it's not so bad.

Max is none the wiser yet, but even if he knew, he wouldn't be upset. He's been guilty, himself, of running up to people in his dog shape to beg for belly rubs and scraps. He's got no stones to throw.

"Here we go!" Two bowls of shredded and deboned fish are set down on the floor for Anani and 'momma cat', while Max holds the third bowl up over his shoulder for the kitten. "Not too fast now, don't choke."