Actual conversation that just occurred between me and my cats as I arrived home from work:
Cats: Meow!
Me: Oh my god, kitties, it is cold as balls outside! Do you know how cold that is?
Cats: Meow!
Me: Actually, balls aren’t cold at all.
Cats: Meow!
Me: It’s a figure of speech.
I do the same thing. And I haven’t lived alone for almost four years now.
Hahaha!
Wait until they start meowing at you in discernible syllables. (I have audiotape.)
Whole conversations, I’m saying.
Ahem.
Teeee hee heeee!