As soon as I calmed down enough to speak, I patted the cat on my head, and stroked Duncan’s face with my other hand. Then my head attacked me; not the cat, my brain. Hangover? Moi? I still managed to get out, “That’s just my sister.” And then, shit, the door burst open and the twins were leaping onto my bed.
“Oh fudge, cats!” screamed Dylan, who promptly started sneezing, echoing his mother below. Damon laughed. “You two are nekkid! Hahaha!” he chortled heartlessly. “Your diddies are all shriveled up and little!” Dylan sneezed again. “Look, Uncle Teddy’s friend has yellow hair on his head and brown hair by his diddy!”
Wait, what? My boyfriend bleached his hair? We stared at each other. Calmly, his mouth twitching, he removed cat two from his head and held it in front of him.