I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. You have done it again, Lady Human. You have gone somewhere and have come back all smelly.
Me: Well, yes.
Stella: It wasn’t someplace good that served beef or barbeque.
Me: Well, no, they did not serve beef, but…
Stella: Something from the water. Hmmmpph! Fish! And you brought some home with you.
Me: Your nose amazes me.
Stella: It would not have been my choice, but I’ll settle. Give it here.
Me: My leftover catfish?
Stella: Eewww! Cat fish! In that case, a million times no! On second thought, let me have a taste. How bad can it be? Even if it is named after cats.
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