Your father, Vic had just gotten out of the pound. He moved on with you, a cat, and your owner, Jon. Life has finally calmed down after so long of fighting. Your father really tries now to make sure you are okay.

Your father has noticed a bit of a change in you, and he decides it’s time to try and talk after a few days of your silent treatment.

“Hey junior!” Vic says to you, trying to strike up a conversation.

Vic gives you a smile. He sits down next to you, letting out a sigh as he makes himself a bit more comfortable.

“So uh, are you finally okay with talking to me now?”

You don’t respond.

Vic looks at you with a hint of sadness.

“That’s a big no, isn’t it?”

Vic lets out a sigh.

“Junior, can you at least give me something? A nod? A head shake?”