*Chaucer starts by laying on my mouse hand, which goes numb*
Me: Nope, you gotta get up, honey.
Bob: Everything okay?
Me: Yeah, the cat was laying on me, and now he can't. Now he's.... *pick cat up to my chest and begis to "strum" his belly* Cat guitar!!! DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH NUH CAT GUITAR...
Me: DUN DUN DUN NUH NUH NUH CAT GUITAR!!!!
Bob: I love this family.
Me: Wanna know what kind of guitar he is?
Me: A Strato-CAT-ster.
Bob: ....Well, I did ask for that.
Me: CAT GUITAR!! DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH........