I’m reorganizing the fridge and putting away the groceries the Housemates brought home while they start dinner preparations. I remark on the large quantity of strawberries.
HM: Yeah, we need to eat those tonight. But on the plus side, it will give us an excuse to break out the squirty cream.
(NB: “Squirty cream” refers to whipped cream in an aerosol can, a la Reddi Whip. And Keegan is completely addicted to it.)
(We humans also find a certain evil joy in saying the words “squirty cream” just to make Keegan mau, because he is a shameless beggar. So we say the words a couple of times, just to torture him. Finally…)
Me (teasing): Keegan, mau once if you know what squirty cream is.
HM (joking): Keegan, mau twice if you know how to count.
Keegan: *mau* [pause] *mau*
…at which point the humans died laughing.
But more to the point: Should I be worried that my own personal Basement Cat can count?