The other day I came home from work and was in the process of putting my bags away and see to the cats' dinner, when Dave came by and muttered. "It caught a fly."
I looked down and Tux and Rocky, who were circling my feet waiting for their dinner. "Which one?"
"No, no.. the plant," Dave replied.
"Oh...."I said after a moment, clueing in. "You mean Victor."
"Yeah, whatever," he said. Dave has never subscribed to my habit of anthropomorphizing pretty much everything. "It's got a fly. What does it do with it now?"
I ran over to look.
"Oh. Ok." he said and started to walk away. But I pulled him back....
"Look Dave! He's got TWO flies!!!"
I turned to Rocky and asked him what he got up to all day...