Miss Kitty, his cat, seems to think she's married to him and I'm some imposter whose sole purpose is feeding him and taking care of things so he and she can lounge on the couch like nature intended. So, when for some unknown reason she was affectionate towards me this evening, I asked...
"Are you going to cry when Kitty dies?"
"I will shed one tear," he said. "And then I will make her into a hat."
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