As I was making dinner tonight Gemma, my cat, came into the kitchen and began begging for some chicken. She said
meow and then I said
meow. We continued that conversation for a few moments, then, when she accepted that there would be no dinner with the show, she left. About five minutes later I realized that I was alone in the kitchen, with my chicken wings, but I was still singing that darn
meow meow meow song.
