As is my wont, I'm talking out loud to myself with some regularity while I study. He sits on the desk, glowering at me.
"Dammit, don't mix up springing and shifting interests. Which one is it?"
"Rowwwwwwr."
"Shut up. I didn't ask you."
He eyes me, flicks his gray tail derisively at me, and settles back down.
"Shifting, springing, shifting, springing... oh yeah, it's springing."
He blinks slowly at me. "Rowwwwwwwr." I swear he rolls his eyes.
"I said I didn't ask you."
My husband calls out, with mild concern, "Sweetie, you're talking with the cat again." Husband, I believe, is somewhat concerned with my mental state at this point.
Later I went down to dinner. When I came back, I found teeth marks in my notes. I tell you, he hates Property.
3 comments:
Ken and I talk to our cats all the time. Sometimes, we'll do their voices and act like they talk back. You should try it, T. Give your hubby something to REALLY worry about.
Actually, I'm being a little unfair for implying it was the conversation he was worrying about. We both chat regularly with the cats.
I think it was the fact that I was expecting him to answer Property questions that got Husband worried...
Hey -
Thanks for your notes. It is tough to be upbeat at a time like this. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I am feeling good today as I do battle with the UCC.
Good luck with the remaining exam(s)! Soon we will be relaxing...
Michael (dispositive)
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