Cuteness is what the furball has become.

"Qooki did you run in the rain?"

He sat down promptly staring at me with the most doeful eyes, as if I did wrong asking him that.

"Want some?"

He plonked his furry butt down licking his lips.

"You better finish the last pellet if not you're not allowed out of your cage."

Promptly, he gobbled the last one.

"Go home, go home..mommy's going to wash the floor"

From wherever he is, he'll scamper back into the cage to watch the water bubbles rise, to see water rush to the manhole near his cage. All these, with the cage door wide open.

I still can't believe how much he understands.