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How to tell that Sarah is busy at work, and also not as awake as she sounds

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.

Comments

Anonymous said…
That is very, very cute.

Loves me some half-awake talks!
Anonymous said…
That is hilarious.

For the record, I NEVER talk in my sleep or say anything silly.

EVAR.
Beth said…
That is too funny!

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! =)
Mark Hand said…
I love that story because it sounds like something Tania would do. Maybe it's a government thing. Something in the water?
Jay said…
Did you send Gunther some forms to fill out in triplicate?

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