My brother-in-law was over for dinner Sunday night, because my sister-in-law was away and I make good dinners. Also we now have television here.
I can't remember how we got to this point in the conversation, but...
S: We have this game we play in the basement. I stuff the coonskin cap full of scarves and doll clothes and stuff and then we pretend it's a cat named Pat and she's the president and Raly is trying to assassinate her. (You can see the influence of 24 even on the members of our household who don't watch).
M: And I'm Sarah's assistant, and I save her!
MV: The cat's name is Pat?
R: Well, that happened because one time I went downstairs and they were playing the game and I never heard of it before? And I thought they said "Pat," when they said "cat," so now that's the cat's name.
MV: Wait, I just want to make sure I have this straight. Pat is a cat--
BIL: And she's also the president. Yes, you've got it.
I laughed 'til I cried. I know it doesn't translate at all. But you know when something just strikes you funny? It felt good to laugh that hard.
Also, did you ever make up a stupid joke for your own amusement and then get it stuck in your head just as hard as a song gets stuck? Voila--
An arts and literature magazine for neoconservative cats: The Mew Criterion.