Her Grace, the Duchess of Yowl: I'm chilly.
Me: The sun will be up in an hour; it will pour in through those windows and this place will be an oven. You'll be telling me to turn on the AC.
DoY: I've never asked you to turn on the AC.
Me: Not since you learned how to open the refrigerator door.
DoY: (smug look of satisfaction crosses her royal whiskers) Oh, right, you need more cream.
Me: Please tell me you left me enough for my morning coffee!
DoY: You drink too much coffee.
Me: That's it, I'm getting up and going to the coffee cart across the street.
DoY: I'm STILL COLD.
Me: Here's a warm spot in the bed.
DoY: Cover me up.
Me: How about the sheet, blanket, and the afghan.
DoY: For a start. And turn on the TV to Project Runway
Me: you know, the catwalk they talk about isn't about actual cats.
DoY: Everything should be about cats.
Me: You're right, the world would be a better place if we spent more time petting cats.
DoY: I am the way to world peace.
Me: I'm not sure peace is a word I associate with you, but you make a good point.
DoY: More cats, fewer spats.
Me: Your slogan?
DoY: I should run for president.
Me: What's your platform?
DoY: Gun control!
Me: More cats, fewer gats?
DoY: Exactly. Also, an end to the designated hitter rule
Me: More cats, fewer bats?
DoY: And no more talking heads on TV.
Me: More cats, fewer yaps?
DoY: and world peace.
Me: More cats, fewer flaps?
DoY: I'm a shoo-in.
Me: Speaking of shoes, Project Runway starts in an hour.
DoY: Rightyoh, first things first.
Me: More cats, more naps?
DoY: Fetch my eyeshade, the sun is coming up. I'm getting too warm under this afghan.
Me: Plus ca change!
DoY: Plus vous avez besoin de chats