i woke up late next to my lady friend on a day we both had off. sleeping in late with the rain and the wind whimpering against the heavy purple light-proof curtains. she said something to me i didn’t quite catch, but sounded like a yes or no question.
her: did you just meow at me?
me: i don’t do that.
her: you say yes in the mornings, and it sounds like you are saying meow.
me: never happens.
her: i swear. sometimes you are a mama bear. sometimes you are a drunken scotsman. other times… a cat. meow, meow, meow.
me: are you saying I HAVE CATMOUF?