Me: (filling the washing machine) Hey Gypsy, you okay down there?
Gypsy the Feline Dictator: ...
Me: Usually you're meowing up a storm, begging for food. Gotta say, it's nice to be able to finish this without having to stop to get you a chicken wing.
Gypsy the Feline Dictator: ...
Me: How about I finish up with this laundry, then you can come into the bedroom with me and we'll snuggle up while I read?
Gypsy the Feline Dictator: ...
Me: You really are being quiet, are you okay?
(reaches down to pat her, then jerks away)
Me: Um ...
Vacuum cleaner: ...
I actually spent ten minutes talking to the vacuum cleaner last night. Ten minutes, using that sickly voice you always use with animals, not realising that the cat was sitting out in the loungeroom and I was talking to a cleaning appliance.
I think perhaps it's time to look into laser eye surgery ... or I could just remember to put my glasses on before wandering around the house.
