So we’re discussing the relative intelligence of our cats at Nogglestead, and I insinuated but then walked back that our largest cat is not very smart.
At which point, I told my beautiful wife, “If we had a dumb cat, we’d name him Shane.”
“Why Shane?” she asked (for it).
“Dumb cat Shane, baby. Dumb cat Shane,” I responded.
It was the sort of joke that I knew wasn’t particularly funny, but a couple beats later, I laughed out loud at the sheer Brianness of it.