Vocalizing again in what could only be her best approximation of a laugh, Sarah circled the beanbag chair Toby was settled into and then came to rest between him and Nathan.
Nathan tipped his head, as if considering. "As long as she doesn't have fleas," he said, fighting to keep a straight face as he plucked at Sarah's shoulder, then let out a spluttery laugh as she swiped him with a huge paw to the face. To his credit, this situation was now comical, rather than unsettling as it had first been. But, if his niece and niece to be were a duck and a cat, he would just have to accept his sister-in-law-to-be was also a cat at times.
On the screen, Toby's character perished and Nathan had to reign in the sudden approval for the sneak-up distraction.
"She's not very well behaved, and we do have a lot of animals already," he said, rubbing his chin, this time the smile hard to reign in.