Miss Patty leaves tonight for Guatemala.
She's barely back from Burundi, good grief.
She needs a manager. Once she gets lots of grant money,
maybe she can hire me.
Meanwhile, it's me and the cat. The big cat.
The whiney cat. The cat who shreds paper.
Last summer he killed the squirrel that was
sneaking into the house and eating my peanuts.
A new squirrel is in the neighborhood and
sits on the wooden railing at the top of the steps
and leaves mass quantities of nut shells and
pieces which get disgusting quickly in all this rain.
Finding the bottom half of a squirrel
at 6AM is off putting from a breakfast standpoint
for humans. But we have to pretend we love
it, that he brought us a present.
What a good boy.
But next time don't leave it on the clean clothes!