[Ted couldn't comprehend most of that. Pet cats most certainly didn't look like him; was he speaking to a lunatic? And pet cats may be aloof enough, but abstract? Well, perhaps. He knew little of the inner world of felines. Worst of all was the second sentence. For all the first sentence was a farce, the second was a shock.]

"Hmph! Well, if you knew that power, maybe you might know that gratitude." [really, saying something like that on Thanksgiving. How could he?] "I can handle much nonsense, but little blasphemies! Good day sir!"

[Ted felt some lingering regret over that hasty end; if one claimed to be a pet cat, would one purr if you scratched behind their ears? Drat; he really should've thought of that before. Might've been one thing to be thankful for.]