Yesterday, after the spud and I got home from taking Scrappy to the vet, I was downstairs at my computer reading email or something, when I heard my name ("momma", that is) two or three times within about two minutes. Later, Fred told me about the conversation he and the spud had been having:
spud: The vet asked momma if she was gonna let the kitten go into heat, and momma said no. But the kitten has already been in heat!
Fred: No she hasn’t, she’s too young.
spud: Momma let her go into heat!
Fred: No, she’s too young to go into heat. (pause) Wait, what are you talking about?
spud: Momma let her lay in the sunlight this morning.
Fred: Er, that’s not what that means…
Cute, huh?
That’s it for tonight, folks. We’ll revert back to your regular-length yammerings tomorrow.
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