“The second I sit down at the table, Juju jumps in my lap, purrs.
Charles grimaces. "The gros con actually likes you."
"We had a rough start, but we're friends now," I say as Charles reaches out to pet Juju's head. Juju hisses and I say Good kitty in my head. "And he clearly hates you."
I whisper to Juju, "Did you just call him a gros con too? I agree.”