Mom: Forrest, is that you sitting on my head? Get off, it's three in the morning!
Forrest: Not me, mom.
Mom: Pfft! Forrest, did you just put your tail up my nose?
Forrest: Not mine, mom.
Mom (rolling over trying to get comfortable, AGAIN): Forrest, my head is NOT a LaZy Boy!
Forrest: Not me, mom, honest. I'm a furry good boy.
Mom: For Pete's sake, Forrest, my bed is NOT a track for the 50 yard dash!
Forrest: Not me, mom. I'm not doin' it.
Mom: Whoever kept me up all night purring and rubbing and batting me on the head isn't getting extra stinky goodness in the morning! Forrest, where are you...