I came downstairs this morning to find Lauren sitting patiently, hands folded, at the dining room table. As I went into the kitchen, I nearly tripped over a loudly meowing Seamus.
"Do you suppose he wants breakfast, too?" I asked Lauren.
"Well, you see. The thing is," Lauren began, sighing impatiently, "I just don't speak cat."
"Oh," I replied. "Ok."
"Once someone teaches me cat, I will let you know what Seamus wants."