I’ve been feeding cats.
I know, you were hoping for a little porn on a sultry Sunday, but I will say, it was like having lunch with three hot, longshoremen, just with tails.
I had to have a stern talk with him about manners and letting the little guy go first, but he just went for my crotch again in protest.
I suppose one could think of worst things.
Men, they’re all the same. Food, sex, chasing balls, just not neccessarily in that order.
For the first time ever, I’m actually being paid to cat-sit, a revelation in itself. I walked Carmela the Bassett Hound, for a solid year, then Tallulah the Bishon, for another one, never for the money. There’s such a grace showing up for an animal who shows up for you, their affection front and center, perpetually purring on your behalf.
I brought a book over called, The Library Lion, to read to them. I know, Susannah, have you been drinking?
No, but I will say, they all sat in a row as if in a masterclass, blinking in all the right places, like when Library Lion naps in the stacks before helping the librarian restock, happy to just be in service.
What did you say Smooch? Reading really works up an appetite? Okay, I’ll tell you what…I’ll open one more can before I leave, and no, I don’t want to fool around.