Me: I can understand why your friend Dorothy fell in love with Naughty Nigel. He really is a handsome hound.
Nell: There you go again.
Me: What have I done now?
Nell: Discussing Dorothy’s love life in public.
Me: We’re amongst friends.
Nell: It’s private.
Me: I heard you talking about it with The Cat.
Nell: The Cat is family.
Me: Said no dog ever.
Nell: I’m not any dog and I’m only talking about The Cat. It cares for Dorothy. They’re occasional bridge partners when I’m too busy.
Me: I didn’t know The Cat played cards.
Nell: It prefers poker with Poppy but will play other games if pushed.
Me: I’m glad Nigel and Boo have settled in.
Nell: Where are the photos of Boo?
Me: He’s very shy. Every time I pick up my phone he moves away.
Nell: I know how he feels.
Me: You’re not shy.
Nell: No, but I’m private. I don’t like my love life discussed either.
Me: Talking of your love life, I saw that wretched lion walking across the field in jodhpurs and a big hat this morning.
Nell: Lionel has been asked to understudy David.
Me: What? That’s a terrible idea and Lionel doesn’t look a bit like Dave. He’s blonde and bushy.
Nell: Lionel has a very nice mane. It’s luxurious not bushy. He’s only standing in for David when needed. Stop fussing.
Me: Nigel should be standing in for Dave. He’s a much better fit.
Nell: Nigel’s already been cast as A Dog About Town, didn’t you know?
Me: No. He’ll be good at that.
Nell: Yes. The Cat thinks he should wear a white suit and a Panama hat.
Me: I bet Dorothy came over all unnecessary when she heard that.
Nell: Stop discussing Dorothy.
Me: Yes. Sorry.