Yeti: [Returning to the closet from a foray into tax prep zone] I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Boo: [Yawning] You mean from the door of the closet?
Yeti: The stacks are disappearing out there. She’s boxing some up for storage again. She must be almost done with taxes.
Boo: Howl-le-loo-yeah!
Yeti: Can you believe she actually pays someone else to do even more tax stuff for her? What could possibly be left?
Boo: I don’t want to think about it.
Yeti: At least she can concentrate on her other projects now. She said she felt like she’s drowning and if she were smarter it wouldn’t take so long, but she’s saving money doing the parts she does. I’m starting to really feel sorry for humans. They have so many rules, and their lives are so full of toil, and they do all that with maybe half of the sleep we get.
Boo: They’re pretty amazing. Maybe they’re magic too.
Yeti: You would think that they would channel any magic into less work and more sleep.
Boo: Maybe they like working.
Yeti: And hate sleeping?
Boo: Oh, no, they both really want more sleep and are not happy to drag themselves out of bed. They complain about it a lot.
Yeti: True.
Boo: I think we’re not setting a strong enough example. We’re too passive.
Yeti: How do you propose to model sleeping aggressively?
Boo: Remember that phase I went through of sleeping on Missus’ head?
Yeti: Yes. She kept throwing you off because you tried to chew on her hair. Yeah, don’t do that. Hmm.
Boo: I could just sleep on any part of her randomly – but…I already do that to both of them. I can go back to laying on what they’re working on.
Yeti: I don’t recommend that in tax season.
Boo: Well I don’t know what to say. We’ve about become invisible. Even in our normal places we’re not noticed, and even more so in here.
Yeti: That’s it! We’ll sleep out there, in unusual places! They’ll have to notice.
Boo: I’ve always wanted to sleep in the kitchen sink.
Yeti: You know you’ll get in trouble for that. Get more creative.
Boo: Yeesh…someplace unusual, but won’t get me in trouble…um, riiiiight….
Yeti: [Shaking her head] I’m starting to realize how many places we actually sleep.
Boo: But not together.
Yeti: That would get their attention. Ooh, I can imagine them whipping out the camera now. “Pose for the loving family portrait”…such nauseating sentimentality. Posing together would work…but oh, gag.
Boo: [Winces] Maybe you should eat some cat grass to settle your stomach first.
Yeti: Worry not; I was speaking figuratively – um, no offense.
Boo: None taken (ahem) – that is, none that isn’t earned…so let’s bury the hatchet and celebrate – it’s almost over.
Yeti: [Yawns] Can we celebrate with another nap?
Boo: I don’t see why not. How about here?
Yeti: Anywhere; whatever. [Flop!]
