So I have a confession: I talk to my cats.
I say hello when I come home from work and ask how their day was. I tell them to calm the hell down when they swarm me in the morning looking for food even though their bowl is filled with perfectly good food and what, do they think food grows on trees? Well, yes, Max, you have a point, some food does grow on trees but I'm pretty sure that no farmer in Florida is harvesting 10-lb bags of Science Diet.
You get the idea.
I always tell them goodbye when I leave in the morning. This morning I was in a chipper mood, and instead of just telling them "goodbye", I said "see you cats later". I meant "cats" in the cool-cats-50s-slang way, but then I laughed my ass off the whole way to work because CATS! THEY ARE CATS! HAHAHAHAHA.
Either someone slipped some Prozac in my coffee this morning or I am really, really ready for this almost-springtime weather.