I Need an Adult!

So Cam's all moved in and settled down in my basement. (It used to be a separate suite, so that sounds way worse than it is. It's not like he's hiding out under the stairs and can only come out for 2 meals a day or anything.) Mom calls last night to see how the first big day out on his own went. I'm only guessing at what her end of the conversation went like, but from what I heard Cam say, It was something like this:

Mom: "So how was your first day at the new job?"
Cam: "Good. It was only paperwork signoff. In and out in an hour."
Mom: "And how's it going in the new house?"
Cam: "Really good. I'm loving it! Gracie..."

(Gracie is my retarded cat. she really is retarded. she jumped out of a 2nd storey window when she was a kitten, landed on her head. She used to be a real bitch, but since the fall, she's super sweet. I'm not a neglectful cat parent I swear. My windows usually have screens. It had a hole in it, so I had taken it out to fix it so the cats wouldn't try to jump out and land on their heads. She was a mean kitten, but she was quick. Anyways...)

Cam: "Gracie is in love with me. She follows me around the house."
Mom: "Ah, that's cute."
Cam: "Yeah, and she makes these weird noises. C says she never makes any noise, but she was sitting outside my room chirping for a long time. It was like, 'Mramramramramramramrmra,' you know, kinda like you when you're upset."
Mom: "..............."

The conversation ended shortly after. I couldn't help the fact that she heard me laugh. There was no holding it in. I was still hysterical when he hung up the phone.