In which my cat disapproves of my brain on drugs

Some time after consuming hydrocodone and methocarbamol, I am in bed. The cat hops up on the bed.

CAT: Eeerp?

ME: Hi! What’s up?

CAT: [..]

ME: Looking for monsters, I see. [cheery wave out window towards presumably monstrous landscape in back yard]

CAT: [looks out window, aghast]

ME: Nothing like a monster hunt, no one can resist it! It’s like potato salad that way. Then again, you probably don’t like potato salad, do you.

CAT: Grrqwp. [Leaps off bed, leaves room]