Monkey: *realizes that she's alone in bed, and lying diagonally across the entire width*
Monkey: *in the midst of an adrenaline fit, clambers out of bed*
Monkey: Cat! Where are you?
Monkey: Cat? Are you dead?
Cat: *nonchalantly strolling in, tail high* Mrrt?
Monkey: Cat! You scared me!
Monkey: I woke up and you weren't sleeping on my face.
Cat: ...and you talk about the mixed messages around here.
Cat: Monkey, you're doing it wrong.
Monkey: Doing what wrong? I'm just sitting here drinking water and reading the internet.
Cat: And you're doing it wrong. Here, push over.
Monkey: *pushes over*
Cat: *steals Monkey's water*
Monkey: ...why was I worried about you again?
Hmm. I wonder what I should do today. Still no words, but I do have a sense they may be regenerating.
Apparently the side effect of me lazing about the house doing nothing of value is that you get a lot of Cat V. Monkey.
It's like Good V. Evil, only without the orange Volvo. (*misses Good V. Evil, though she's not really sure why*)