Don’t Slip On The Banana

(I have a deep scratch on my wrist, that vaguely resembles a failed attempt to slit my wrist.)

Boss: “Whoa! What happened there?!”

Me: “Oh, The Banana and I got into an epic battle over my yarn.”

(After receiving an odd look, I quickly add:)

Me: “And that’s an example of a sentence that makes a lot more sense if you know my cat is called The Banana…”