I love having a porch again. When I was growing up, I spent 90% of each summer reading on my parents' porch. I'd forgotten how much I missed it till yesterday. It's kinda like being outside, except you've got a chair, and shade and stuff. My porch is even screened in. Sweet.

George is all over the porch too. When I opened the door out there for the first time last week, he was all "WOW! OUTSIDE!! I will go outside now, and the Hu-Man can't stop me! Lookit me! I'm outside! What are you gonna do about it, beeyotch?" I think he's totally forgotten about how the porch door was open 24/7 for him last summer. Cats have tiny brains.

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Oh, and George calls both D. and me "Hu-Man." He always has. I'm not sure why. D. and I have this whole thing where at any time, either one of us can articulate what George would be saying, if he could talk. "Awake, Hu-Man! Now is the time for breakfast! I will bite your feet!" "What is this ball-on-string that you bring me, Hu-Man? This is not amusing." "This water is tepid, Hu-Man. It displeases me."

My cat talks like a bad Star Trek alien. Y'all are laughing now, but just wait and see what sorts of inbred jokes you come up with when you live with the same person for seven years.

The whole time I was growing up, I thought my parents were nuts. But I get it now. You develop a kind of verbal shorthand over the years, and it evolves into an entirely new language.

I was going to share some other examples of D-and-Anaspeak with you, but it's a little embarrasing. It's probably much better all around if I just cut this entry short.

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