Hi readers. Mr. Hydrox explained something for me I’d been wondering about a longish while.
Hydrox: Meeeeeoooooww. Meeeeeoooooww. Meeeeeoooooww.
Me: Jeeze Hydrox. Ain’t it a bit late for this crap? Something bothering you?
Hydrox: No. I just got to thinking about things. Missing Niaid. All those Y2K chickens and that cabin. Mehitabel. Tabby and that mountain place we used to live. All I’ve got now is this other cat here, Shiva. You. And that woman who lives here with Shiva.
Me: Well you do have that. You’ve got to live for the moment.
Hydrox: I’m not asking for any of that cheap tripe philosopy. You asked why I was weeping aloud and I told you.
Me: I’m glad you did, amigo. I was afraid you were getting sick again.
Hydrox: So where’s that woman who lives here? I haven’t seen her for a couple of days?
Me: She’s off somewhere else, Hydrox. It’s just you, Shiva and me for the next couple of weeks.
Hydrox: So I can meoooow as much as I want and nobody’s going to be kept awake?
Me: I’ll sleep right through it. You know that. And who cares what Shiva thinks? She used to be a good cow cat, earned her keep. Nowadays she’s worthless. I don’t know why Jeanne keeps her around.
Hydrox: Yeah, but I’m glad she’s here anyway. This place almost echoes. I’d go crazy if there weren’t at least one more cat around.
Me: You’ve got it then, amigo. I’ll keep feeding her so long as the food holds out. Maybe Jeanne will pick up some more when she gets back.