The neighbor’s cat came slinking in through the window.
He jumped straight down on me, sniffed, meowed, and curled up on my sprawled body. I closed my eyes, thinking I was still unconscious and when I opened them again, my wife was standing over me holding the cat not looking all that happy.

“You’re definitely not a handyman, are you?”

“You could feign some concern here.”

“I think you’ll live. Your wallet on the other hand is another story.”

“You know, I seem to recall that’s what I wanted to in the first place.”

“Oh, well. Most husbands don’t like for their wives to spend their hard-earned money.”

“I’m the exception to the rule, I guess.”

“Right you are, my fried little biscuit.”