… at 5 AM in the morning.
I’m surprised TheWife didn’t realize the conversation was a little one sided because my side was the same tone of grunt over and over. Though the cat was responded, probably thought TheWife was talking to her because I wasn’t answering.
At least one of them has a clue, too bad it’s the cat.
“You’re no help!”
“No one is any help at five in the morning, dear.”