Teresa to me: Where’s Smudge? [the cat]

Me: I think he’s outside.

Teresa looking around: There’s a Smudge under the coffee table.

Me: Perhaps there are two of them. (pause) Smudge has one special power… mitosis. (Pausing to consider the implications of what I just said, then): The other one is furry on the IN-side…

Teresa: I’m leaving now…