Me: I’m the beta?
Dog, puzzled: Uh… no… I’m the beta Beta dog second in command
Me: then what does that make… me?
Dog: ooooooomoggadog
Me, confused: what??
MaeMae (the cat) shaking her head and sighing: God, you did NOT study in Greek class, did you? Omega, ding dong, omega and you are the omega. The end. The last. I’m beta, she’s (looking at me) gamma… maybe. At best, you’re delta.
Me: WAIT. One, I am definitely one or two, NOT gamma (third letter of the Greek alphabet), and two, what the hell are you talking about, Greek class?
The cat simply looked at me, unblinking.
Me, muttering: next thing you know, that damn cat will be speaking French.
MaeMae: Vous êtes un imbicile sans éducation.
Dog, whispering: Whaddid she just say
Me, kinda flummoxed at that feline outburst: that you are a gorgeous dog with unparalleled intellect and your mommies are spectacular, generous and kind. And super smart.
MaeMae: Du bist ein ungebildeter Idiot und der Hund ist hässlich!
Me, with a sole quarter (not even a semester) of German under my belt: okay, I didn’t totally understand that but I’ve got a pretty good idea.
MaeMae, yawning: Eres un imbicil sin educación y el perro es feo. Does that help?
Me: F🫢CK.
The cat raised one eyebrow and examined a single outstretched claw then looked up at me without raising her head.
MaeMae: we done here, gamma?
Examining Misadventures 
Where does that put The Boy?
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