I was OK with calling it a night but before I laid up I wanted to make sure that the cats were OK. I looked all over the place and could find no cats. I didn't check the kitchen because the lights were blazing there and figured no cat would lay out there at midnight.
Wife: "The girls are in the kitchen wondering why you are so dense."
The momcat Mister Mittens is on the floor and Sweet Babycakes is on the chair.
Me: "Where's the tomcat?"
Wife: "On the couch next to me in the den making strange noises while I rub his belly."
I'm married to that girl for more than 38 years but she hasn't rubbed my belly for almost 40.