So there’s this squirrel and he’s talking to his wife. He says, “I really hate that cat that roams around here. He almost killed me the other day.”
“You mean the one who ate our little son Charlie?” his wife asks.
He says, “Yeah, that’s the one!”
“What about him?”
“Well, I was thinking,” he says. “The only one I hate more than that cat is Peter.”
“You mean the squirrel who lives on the other side of the tree?” she asks.
“Yeah! He’s always making a bunch of noise at night. I really hate that Peter!”
“So you hate Peter for making noise more than you hate the cat who ate our only son?” his wife asks.
“That’s right. Do you think that’s strange?”
“Not at all, dear,” she says. “That’s very normal.