Finny: Mom! Mom! Wake Up!
Mom: Uh? What? Fin! What time is it?
Finny: You know I don't tell time... but it's like an hour before my breakfast and two hours before you have to get out of bed.
Mom: 3:30! For the love of Cod! What do you want?
Finny: Get the camera! I yakked up a furball as big as a mouse!
Mom: Oh great... why would I take a picture of that?
Finny: For the blog of course! I've been working on this one for days, and I'm sure my friends will be impressed. Come on, it's right in the middle of the hallway, you can't miss it, literally, heh, heh.
Mom: I'm not taking a picture of that. How about a cute picture of you instead?
Finny: Meh, whatever. You know, I'm not feeling my best, I think I'm gonna just take a long nap.
Mom: Okay sweetie, feel better okay. I'm gonna set you up with some yummy hairball meds.
Finny: That always makes me feel better. Thanks Mom.