Merci: Hey, Rusty, what happened? You're bald.
Rusty: No, I'm not bald. Just half naked.
Merci: Oh, I remember this. It was taken - can it really be ten years ago?
Rusty: Yes, I was living with Miss Mother (I'm a good Southern cat) then. I fell off the refrigerator and Jan thought it was because my fur was matted, so she took me to the groomer for a shave and Miss Mother cried because she feared Jan wouldn't take me back home.
Merci: But you fall off everything - the bookcase, the printer, the air conditioner ...
Rusty: I do now, but I didn't back then. Miss Mother wasn't doing well and she had a hard time grooming me. Now I'm old and a bit forgetful and sometimes I just roll into space and crash.
Merci: I hope crashing isn't contagious. Jan likes to fly into space and crash.
Rusty: I wouldn't worry about it. You're very sure-pawed on solid ground and you don't ever climb.
Merci: I sound very boring.
Rusty: No, not boring. Safe and sound. To stay that way, avoid Marcus, keep your distance from Jan and don't nap near where I'm sleeping.
Merci: I think I'll go spend the day in the closet.