18 October 2016
Neighbour Cat Blues
I think Sonja is having a relationship with the neighbour cats. Today I asked her, "Do you let the fucking neighbour cats in the house to visit?"
"No! I would never let them in the house," Sonja assured me.
"You must feed them though," I further inquired.
"No, I don't. And since when did you turn fascist and become the anti-cat police?" Sonja asked of me.
Sonja is soft on animals. They probably have their own secret entrance to their own secret cat cafe I do not know about.
Just then one of the neighbour cats came on to our front grass. I knocked on the window and it freezed in its tracks. Sonja came to the window too.
"Ahh. Lookee there. It's Mr. Buttons," Sonja observed.
They looked at each other for a spell before Mr. Button, or whatever the fuck his name is, disappeared around the side of the house.
A minute later there was Mr. Button at the black door waiting to be let in like he had been let in a thousand times before. When I answered his pleas to be let in out of the rain he took off again faster than a head saw squares a pecker pole. Mr. Buttons does not see eye to eye with me like he does with Sonja.
"I think we better get some cat litter," I told Sonja.
"I don't let them in the house!" Sonja said repeating herself.
Bullshit she doesn't.
I better get another dog soon or I will be up to my armpits in them.