Sort of.

This morning I wandered into the bedroom and nathan, still asleep, sat straight up, all freaked out.

And Nathan, still asleep, asks me, “Did you let the cat out?”

Me. “Um, sure. Because we have a cat.”

Him. “Well, did you?”

Me. “Yeah, no problem.”

Him. “Thank you.”

the he lays back down and continues to sleep.

Yes, continues to sleep.

On relaying the story to Nathan when he finally woke up (like, really woke up), and clambered out of bed, he told me why he asked that question:

“I had a cat and it scratched my face off because I wouldn’t let it out.”

No worries, nathan. Your face is safe from the non-existent cat.

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