Raining Cats, Not Dogs

(My boyfriend and I are in bed. He’s just gotten home from a metal show and is quite drunk; I am sick and so haven’t been drinking.)

Boyfriend: “Do the guinea pigs have water?”

Me: “Yes.”

Boyfriend: “And the cats?”

Me: “Yep, the cats have been watered.”

Boyfriend: “Good. You… you have to water the cats. So that they can grow lush and green.”

(He then rolled over and went right back to sleep. He had no recollection of this exchange in the morning.)