Bryan: I like cats. I like Elizabeth. I'd like Elizabeth's cats to like me, but they take after their human mother and are little fraidies who hide under the bed 83% of their lives. I will buy cat grass and give it to them as a friendly peace offering. Then they will like me.
Elizabeth, Nellie, and Teresa: Aww! What a nice boy. Here, kitties, try some cat grass. It's delicious.
Elizabeth's cats Flora and Calpurnia: No thanks, we will continue to hide under the bed for all of eternity.
Nellie's cat Daisy: This is delicious! I like you, Bryan.