Pete woke up at 3-something in the morning today in order to make a 6 am flight to San Francisco.  (These are the kind of glamorous hours that you travel at when you, combined with the Powers That Be in your collaboration, tend to decide that travel must be made approximately five days before your departure.  These spur-of-the-moment-type arrangements also mean that your wife’s jealousy at not having the fiscal resources to tag along are entirely assuaged by the fact that your wife’s aunt is out of town, and you will be spending the next 15 days in a local hostel.)  Pete’s travel is pretty routine at this point; I mean, I’ll miss him lots, but I’ve never really understood those couples for whom never having spent a night apart is a point of pride.

So I can’t be the only one who amuses herself by replying to her husband’s “hey, I got in OK, the flight was fine” emails by impersonating her cats… right?

DEER KTTYDADDY

WHER AR THE KIBBLEZ ?  WE WUD LIEK THE KIBBLEZ NOW, PLZ .

SINCEERLY
GARTH PANTS AND SEBASTIAN

PS WE LOVE YOU VERY MUSH
PPS AND YOUR FEETS SMELL GUD
PPPS  PLEZE BRING BAK THE FEETS
PPPPS AND THE KIBBLEZ

Unfortunately, those of you who have never met my cats just won’t be able to appreciate how finely I captured the subtle nuances of my cats’ narrative voice.  Trust.

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