Me: "Wow, Rannie made good time running across the house as soon as my back was turned. Quiet, too; I didn't even hear her."
RX: "That's what they were made to do."
Me: "Run silently across hardwood floors?"
RX: "Run silently in general."
Me: "Still, that's bothersome. I'm normally pretty solid at hearing the pitter patter of running cat feet up to no good. I must be getting old."
RX: "Well, Tamara, you know what it means if you stop getting old."
Me: "Yeah, you become a vampire and have to feast on the blood of the living."
RX: "Uh, that's not where I was going with that."