The Cat Blew Up - 2

The Cat Blew Up - 2

No cats were harmed in the writing of this story. I, on the other hand, can't believe I actually wrote it. Cheryl

"The cat blew up!"

Brian managed to open his left eye but all he could see was a pair of jeans standing by the bedside. "Huh?" he said, hopefully out loud; he couldn't really tell.

"The cat blew up."

Brian burrowed into the mattress some more, hoping the talking jeans would go away. Somehow he knew they wouldn't. Damn Anita and her bathtub drugs.

"Brian, are you awake. Are you listening to me?"

"Yea. The cat blew up," he mumbled into his pillow.

"What cat?" the talking jeans asked. "And how did a cat blow up?"

Brian opened his eye again. "You said the cat blew up."

Suddenly the talking jeans started laughing and sat down on the side of the bed. "I did not say anything about a cat."

"Yes, you did. I heard it. What I don't know is, what cat? You didn't microwave a cat, did you?"

"Brian, I asked you what happened to that blue cup. You know, the one Daphne gave me."

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