GRAMMY: Whoa! What the hell happened to you?
ME: Oh, the power went out during the storm and I was wandering around in the dark, trying to find a flashlight or a candle.
GRAMMY: So what did you do? Trip over a piece of furniture?
ME: No. I stepped on Snowflake’s tail.
GRAMMY: Ha! There’s nothing more dangerous than a black cat in the dark. Did she bite you or claw you?
ME: Both.
GRAMMY: Serves you right, keeping the damn thing locked up in the house its entire life.
ME: I don’t keep her locked up. She gets out when we come here.
GRAMMY: She comes in a cat crate! That’s getting out? You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been planning this for a long time. Just used the power outage as an excuse.
ME: Really, Grammy. She’s a cat. Animals don’t know how to plot and scheme.
GRAMMY: Yeah? Remember that chimp that tore off a woman’s face? And the killer whale at Sea World that drowned his trainer for no reason at all? Believe what you want, Barbara, but me - I’m gonna keep that cat knee-deep in catnip when she's here.
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That's why I keep Cooper supplies with treats, and one eye always open when he's pretending to sleep (that snore is fake, I tell you!)next to me . . .
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