I seem to confess a lot of really embarrassing things on this blog so here is another one. I talk in these voices I've invented for the pets - like if Alan says something to Finnovar, I try to guess, based on his personality, what a typical answer would be and I say it in the appropriate pet voice. For example, Finnovar likes to climb up on Alan's chest when we get into bed of an evening, and he just sits there awhile, staring. If Alan asks him something like, "What's up, buddy?" or "What are you up to?" I will do the Finn Voice and say something like, "Sucking out your soul!" or "Plotting your demise! As soon as I evolve thumbs!" Sprocket says, "Helllll no!" a lot, like when asked if he's ready for a bath or if he thinks he's had enough treats for one day. Alan picked it up, too, and will add pet commentary on occasion.

The other night I was sitting on the couch reading a book and Mister Fusspot was sitting beside me. He was lying on his back and I was scratching his belly. I left off momentarily to turn the page and then (eyes on my novel) dropped my hand back down on Mister Fusspot - right on his tiny little DOGGIE WEENUS!!! So I shrieked, in the Mister Fusspot voice, "That's a BAD touch! Stranger danger! Stranger danger!" But when I shrieked, I scared him so badly that he bolted straight up into the air, hit the floor running and ran to Alan.

I dunno, maybe only funny in a 'you had to be there' kind of way, but there you go.