At four o'clock in the morning, Gunther generally starts to howl. He does this so I will feed him, and the path of least resistance is to give the fat, fat, oh-so-fat cat more food. On schedule, last night at four o'clock the howling starts. As I get out of bed. Sarah says, "What's wrong with him?"
"He's probably losing his mind with hunger, like usual," I say.
I get to the bedroom door and Sarah loudly says, "Find out what's wr..." then trails off. I stop, waiting for her to continue. After a few seconds, she finishes "Find out what wrong from a Human Resources perspective." This is followed by a very long pause. Apparently she takes my silence as refusal, because she sighs angrily, says, "Fine!" and throws the covers over her head.
"He's probably losing his mind with hunger, like usual," I say.
I get to the bedroom door and Sarah loudly says, "Find out what's wr..." then trails off. I stop, waiting for her to continue. After a few seconds, she finishes "Find out what wrong from a Human Resources perspective." This is followed by a very long pause. Apparently she takes my silence as refusal, because she sighs angrily, says, "Fine!" and throws the covers over her head.
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Loves me some half-awake talks!
For the record, I NEVER talk in my sleep or say anything silly.
EVAR.
Clearly, she really meant "from a Cat Resources perspective." And clearly, the problem was that the fat, fat, oh-so-fat cat was lacking food resources. Problem solved! =)