Last Night in Hospital

After Donkey's heart attack and miraculous recovery, his last night in hospital, we are communicating  by text after visiting hours were over...

 PING!
Donkey:  Do the cats miss me?
Me:  I miss you, Donkey.
Donkey:  Well, yes, I ... erm ... know that my sweet.
Me:  And yet...
Donkey:  So.  Do the cats miss me?
Me:  Yes, YOUR cat misses you.  MY cat is in the process of moving into your chair.  And your side of the bed.
Donkey:  [sends really frightening selfie] Show my cat this.
Me:  What.  You want I should scare your cat to death?
Also Me:  [sends equally appalling selfie]
Donkey:  Lordy, Jude.  Are you trying to finish me off?
Me:  Tit for tat, Donkey.
Donkey:  Struth.  I'm still great sport for you, aren't I?
Me:  You know it, Babe.
Donkey:  The nurse just came in to flush my spigots.  And other stuff.
Me:  What colour are her eyes?
Donkey:  Wasn't looking at them ... erm ... BROWN.
Me:  I'll wait.
[Lapsed time - 5 minutes.  Or so. Not enough for shenanigans]
Donkey:  Spigots flushed.  Sugar good.  BP good.  Pulse in feet good.
Me:  You didn't show her your selfie did you?
Donkey:  No.  I showed her yours.
Me:  Right.  Yours is going up on Facebook.
Donkey:  That's just cruel.
Me:  Love and war.
Donkey:  Okay.  I'll delete yours from my phone if you'll delete mine from yours.
Me:  Deal.
Also me:  Done.
Donkey:  Done.  We'll never speak of this again, right?
Me:  Never.
Donkey:  We make a good team, don't we?
Me:  You know it, Babe. ❤️
P.S. - Bring the gowns home - we can play doctor!