Me: Samson, you're turning into a couch potato.
Samson: What about you? You're here too, aren't you?
Me: What are you doing? You're not gonna kiss me, are you?
Samson: No, just getting ready to sing you a song.
Me: That's a very pretty song, thank you, my boy.
Samson: It was a love song, mommy, cause I love you so very much, my heart sings. Except of course I wish you would have brushed off all the dirt before you took my picture. Now I look like I have a brown chest and my beautiful silvertipped fur is hiding under there for no one to see......