And so, I decide that I need a cat. We decide. I say, "Warden, should we get a cat?" and he licks my face. And I say, "Regrette, what do you think?" and I hold up my hand and get her signature high five. This is how a family makes big decisions, together.
But, this family is not ready to house a cat permanently. Luckily, Ronny has Kitty, so I call him up. "What kind of a hunter is Kitty?" I ask Ronny after we get done with the small talk. Ronny is big into small talk.
"We call him Vernon now," Ronny says, "and he is a natural born killer. Stinkbugs, mostly. Sometimes a chipmunk. Once, a garter snake, out in the garden. Can you believe it?"
I can't believe it. I hear the mice, still scurrying. Warden whines at them, pathetically. I make Ronny loan me the cat. "I am off tomorrow, Ronny," I tell Ronny. "I will pick Vernon up tomorrow!"
Tomorrow, adventure!
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