Woke up late after our evening at the drive-in. Even the Hammer slept in.
We could have had coffee to start our day like usual but it was already late enough to be beer drinking time.
So we drank.
Sonja on the red.
Beer on the beer.
When I drink it is like going to Heaven every fucking time.
Me and the Lord in the big beer store in the sky.
Then Sonja saw something moving in the bushes out back where civilization ends and the wilderness of Canada (you've seen it on "The Nature of Things") begins.
"There's something moving in the bushes!" she said alarmed.
I put down my beer and looked over to where Sonja was pointing.
There was something there. But what?
After a bit it rolled out of the bushes to where I could see it some. It was a squirrel and it did not look at all well. Then I saw the cat that had fucked up his day.
Slowly the squirrel made his way out of the bushes on to the fucking lawn. In the throes of death he was.
Sonja vomited and I felt like I might too.
Instead I got a shovel and whacked the squirrel into squirrel heaven. The cat was not impressed. I had killed his entertainment. The cat's expression said it all.
I did not give the shovel to the cat. I thought about it. Here kitty, kitty. Want to play shovel with me?