d.: Hold on, Cal.E., I’m having computer troubles, and I must correct the situation before we can talk on Skype.
WHAM!!
Okay, all good. Now, what can I help you with?
C.: I think you already know.
d.: No, I really don’t
C.: Well, if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you.
d.: Then, I guess thats…..
C.: Hold on. I was calling for some help. My third husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken is about to kill me with this ten minute every other day of training. Please tell him that you need me to help you write this blog!
D.: No, Cal.E. I cannot lie to T., but I do have an idea….
C.: What’s that?
d.: Well, according to Oxford Languages, an idea is “a thought or suggestion as to a possible course of action.”
C.: Okay, what, pray tell, is the course of action I should take to get out of this brutal training that T is putting me through at this five star hotel? I mean, the fish eggs are pretty good, but who wants to eat a cow? Prime Sirloin steak is yucky, and cats don’t eat vegetables, so why the potato and the steamed broccoli? I mean, gag me with a carrot stick.
D.: Well, my plan involves more than the three of us…
C.: Is it bigger than a breadbox?
d.: Yes.
C.: And smaller than 747 Boing Jet airplane?
d.: Yes it is.
C.: Is it animal, vegetable, mineral, or an inanimate object?
d.: It’s one of those.
C.: Which one?
d.: It’s….
T. Well, it looks like that’s all the time we have for today, folks, because it’s time that Cal.E. and I got back to training to be the light-heavyweight tag-team cat fighting champions of the world.
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