overheard

francis: so, what is up with not being allowed in the bedroom anymore?

levon: it's total bullshit. we should be allowed in the bed whenever we want. maebe ruins everything.

francis: she sure does. . . but i'm wondering if there is another factor here.

levon: like what?

francis: well, i'm not saying? i'm just saying. you walk really really loud for a cat.

levon: excuse me?

francis: yeah, you know how cats are supposed to be really quiet walkers? so they can sneak and stuff? you walk really loud. it's kind of weird, actually.

levon: are you calling me fat?

francis: i said no such thing! you're just, like, a lot louder than how people usually think of cats.

levon: and you think my so-called "loud walking" is keeping us out of the bedroom?

francis: i'm just being honest with you. calm down.

levon: DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!

francis: ok, ok, jeez. let's not play the blame game. we know everything's maebe's fault anyway.

levon: just because i cannot resist hypoallergenic dog food does not mean i'm keeping us out of the bedroom.

francis: i know! ok, look, i'm sorry. let's do something fun! let's call some radio stations and make dedications to elizabeth.

levon: fine. i get debbie gibson's "lost in your eyes."

francis: i love you, levon.