It's the end of another long working day. I take off my coat, drop my briefcase and turn around to find the usual scene; two cats sleeping. Rocco, the young tuxedo cat on the back of the couch, barely troubles himself to turn in my direction. Okie, the older grey tabby on the floor, opens his eyes and prepares to flop over for an obligatory tummy scratch. Forgive me if I have trouble working up much sympathy.
"You guys have a tough life," I say.
"Not really," Okie says. He's the more literal-minded of the two. "We get plenty of rest, the food's okay, lots of free time to exercise . . ."
"He was being ironic," Rocco says. Rocco "gets" my sense of humor, even if he prefers to ignore it.
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