Tam, watching television in my room (as is her wont in the morning), let out a prolonged, ululating yawn, while I wrangled pancakes several rooms away. Rannie Wu the cat had been circulating around my ankles, hoping for Whatever and quick-trotted Tamwards when the The Yawn rang out, as though rushing to the rescue.
Bobbi: "Holy cow! Rannie just went tearing off your way!"
(I heard) Tam: "What? 'Ready for the Redford picture, f*rry?'"
Bobbi: "Did you say, 'Ready for the Rexford puncture f*rry?'"
(I heard) Tam: [snickering] "No, 'the sphincter fury.'"
As she spoke, I'd followed the cat as far as the hallway and when I repeated what I thought she'd said, the snickers became uncontrollable guffaws.
Ah, hearing. How did it work?
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
11 months ago