I'm sitting in the front room, which is my office, listening to Blair talk to the cats at the back of the house. He's cleaning the litterbox and apparently both cats are sitting there, watching him. He's talking in a high-pitched voice, speaking for the cats:
"Hey fella, hurry it up. I can't hold it much longer."
"Don't be stingy with that litter--I feel a big stinky coming on."
He cracks me up.