"Yeah, clams!"

The age gap flew right on by him without being acknowledged. Anthony was just pleased to have this nagging question answered so it didn't bother him all day in reruns in his mind like the Gilligan's Island theme song.

"That's it! Clams never look very happy to me, no lips. They can't really smile or anything."

The darkly inclined expression leveled at him gave Anthony more pause. It seemed in contrast to the moment really with everyone around the kid in a decent mood, some even laughing out loud at the antics of the kittens, but maybe it was just his way or he was upset over the idea he couldn't take home big orange there. He did seem to know his stuff about cats though!

"I wouldn't mind giving them attention. They are cute enough. I do worry about the furniture. They're always trying to claw things up, aren't they? How do you keep them from ripping apart a bedspread or burrowing themselves down into a sofa cushion?"

Anthony paused and gave a little frown as another more dangerous concern came to mind.

"And they jump like anything. How do you keep them off the stove so they don't get burned?"