When one’s spouse is bicoastal and one is home alone a lot, one talks to one’s cats. Sometimes I simply meow back when they meow, in a call-and-response that they seem to appreciate.
Here is what I most often have occasion to say to my cats:
- Oh, hi there.
- We’ve talked about this: no claws!
- Yes, I’m gonna pick you up, then I’m gonna put you down (to the tune of Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up”).
- No, it’s too early.
- Jenny, get down!
- Ooh, yesss.
- All right, let’s eat.
- See you later.