It may be a little odd, but I occasionally have whole conversations with my cats. Not just the cats though, also with Sam’s Guinea Pigs. They also swear a lot in these conversations. At me.

Like I said. Odd.

Anyways, so tonight when I get out of the shower Oscar is standing on the sink looking at me like he usually does. Since he got worse a few weeks ago he has been more and more cuddly and much more of a follower (he’s always around). When I shower he usually stands on the sink and stares at me through the shower curtain.

When I get out and stare in the eyes this whole conversation plays out. Not in my head mind you, rather out loud with me giving both voices.

Me: Glad you are sticking around Oscar.

Oscar: I’m still sick.

Me: You’re doing better though. That’s cause you’re a Charpentier.

Oscar: I’ve only been a Charpentier for a few years though.

Me: Doesn’t matter. We ignore pain and sickness through stubbornness and will power. The Vet gave you a week and its been almost three and you’re still kicking. In fact you are the best you’ve been in a month.

Oscar: You know it doesn’t mean that I’m alright.

Me: Well duh. Charpentier’s may ignore pain and injuries and sickness up until death or falling over from exhaustion, but we’re not stupid.

Oscar: Sounds stupid when you put it like that.

Me: OSCAR. Its ok, I still love you.

Oscar: Love you too. Now give me some food you bastard.