Let’s see . . . there’s the standard mushy stuff:

“Who’s Mommy’s good little pumpkin, huh?”
“Rizzo . . .he’s such a pretty boy, is Rizzo….”
“Awwww, does he want a hug? Can Mama pick you up? Gimme kissy!”

And then there are the slightly less nauseating rhetorical questions:

“Where’s that Daddy? You miss Daddy, dontcha?” (he’s not happy until we’re BOTH home)
“Mommy’s not very bright, is she?” (after I have stubbed my toe or some such thing)
“What do you think, Rizz? Should I clean or play computer games?”

Statements on his character:

“You’re really a good kitty. You know that, don’t you?”
“You’re very strange, sweetheart.”
“You are an obsession! You’re my obsession!” (the 80’s song “Obsession,” by goodness knows who, which I sing as I pick up his THREE seals and toss them back into the loft in the mornings!)

And, in more exasperating moments:

“Must you, Rizzo?”
“Why do you run in front of me from out of nowhere? You like being kicked, don’t you?!”
“No cats in the closet. No cats in Daddy’s sink. No cats in the closet….” (repeat as necessary, all morning while getting ready for work!)