So Missy comes down the hall to talk this morning to tell me all about how she had catfish this weekend. I like to tell Missy stuff to see what she'll believe or repeat, but mostly so she'll shake her head and leave me alone so I can work. So I told her that when cats die, they’re thrown in the lake. The fish that eat the dead cats grow whiskers and turn into catfish. She looks at me and says “Duh”. I felt the need to just keep going then. So I told her the rest of the dead cats go to the Chinese restaurant to make cat fried rice, but you can’t just order it by saying that’s what you want. You have to wait until you’re asked what you’d like to order and respond by saying “meow meow meow”. She says, “well I can’t do that because I don’t speak Spanish.” I just had to stop at that point.
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