The Comma

“I have to eat, Tucker,” he said as he hurried into the house and past the cat. “I’m ravenous.”

Whiskers drooping, Tucker grew still. His eyes widened. He lowered his tail.

The man glanced at his cat. “No, I didn’t say, “I have to eat Tucker.” Well, that’s what I said, but there was a comma in there. I was saying, “I have to eat, comma, Tucker.” There was a comma in there.”

He went to his cat and scratched the feline’s head. “You know about commas, right? Yes, you do. Good kitty.”

Tucker closed his eyes, reassured that he wasn’t going to be eaten. It was just an unheard comma.

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  1. Don’t scare Tucker like that! But only some cats get “commas.” Like when I tell Charlie to stop biting me when I’m trying to pet him “Charlie, don’t, STOP!” and instead he hears “Charlie DON’T stop” which he perceives to keep on biting my hand…


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