Biggy is fixing his Eggo's in the kitchen, from where he can see the goings-on in the sunroom, where I am. Fay is tossing and rolling in something small and brown on the floor, and I'm feeding all the rodents:
Biggy: What's Fay got--a bug?
TR: No, it's a piece of dog food. She pretends it's alive.
Biggy: Stupid dog.
TR: She's not stupid; she has a good imagination. something you wouldn't know about.
Biggy: Have you given the guinea pigs anything to chew on?
TR: I'm taking good care of them; don't you worry.
Biggy: You know, you're going to be one of those old ladies with, like, a hundred cats and shit everywhere.
TR: Is that all you've got, really? Did you come up with that all by yourself?
TR: Make sure you leave the butter on the counter so I can put it up like I do every morning. I wouldn't want you to stretch your imagination and think of something else to do with it.