BUSTER: I fixed it!!! I fixed it!!! (pointing to damage on hood of truck)
MATT: (laying in sleeper birth) (waking up) Huh?? What?? You fixed...what?
BUSTER: I fixed the hood! I did it! Look! (pointing again with paw) Good as new! See?
MATT: (blankly) Duct tape?..... (to self) Red duct tape?
BUSTER: (proudly) YEAH! All fixed.
MATT: Hmmm. Yeah, you can hardly tell.... And the color...oh the color.
MATT: Yeah...it's red. Just like the truck. Uh....(puzzled) How did you get out there, for one. And how did you tape it without opposable thumbs?
BUSTER: Steroids. You've been giving me steroids, and now I'm Super Kitty.
MATT: (glaringly) How did you get out?!?
BUSTER: (pointing at Matt) YOU left the wing open. So I squeezed out and fixed your hood for you.
MATT: Prednisolone in a transdermal form does not make you buff, Kitty.
BUSTER: Must be the Pro Plan then. I'm not throwing it up anymore, so I have more energy to spend.
MATT: Will it break your furry little heart if I have additional work done, you know, just to smooth it out a little?
BUSTER: Well frankly, I just don't see that as being...necessary. It looks great now.
MATT: Yes, it could fool anybody...until it rains.
BUSTER: It won't rain!
MATT: Well, actually it will, as it tends to do so in the Autumn.
BUSTER: Well...don't drive in the rain then. (nodding once firmly)
MATT: (resigned) Sure.