"Again," the Mama sighed.
"What?" I asked in alarm, as I stopped nearly halfway up the stairs. I tried to peek over the balustrade (yes, the balustrade), but couldn't see anything. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," she said from the living room. "It's Molly."
"What's wrong with Molly?"
"She's asleep. Again."
The Husband and I have explained many times that cats sleep a lot. They sleep after they've eaten. They sleep after they've played long and hard. They sleep when it's hot. They sleep when it's cold. They sleep when they darn well feel like it.
The Mama, however, does not accept it. Yet.
As I continued climbing the stairs, I heard Mama say, "Are you a millionaire, Molly? Are you a millionaire cat?"
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