“Well, yeah, especially if you're
going to do this with our kids.”
“God, no Criminal. You’ve got to
admit that something like this doesn't
happen often, if ever? We made more
than a hundred thousand dollars and
saved a Cat’s life. How often does that
happen?”
“Talking of which, have you seen
her? You didn't see her leave, did
you?” I said, feeling a small panic
attack coming on.
My question was answered, when I
heard the sound of flushing coming from
our bedroom.
Oh Christ, I thought, and then the
Cat came prancing back into the room,
“Sorry, did I miss something? Where is
everybody? What did you do with my
adoring audience? Did you throw them
* out Criminal?”
By the time she finished, she was
sitting on the back of the couch and
looking down at me, like she was the
judge and jury, and I was the accused,
the Criminal. Ha, ha, I thought to
myself.
“What were you doing in the
bathroom?”
“Nice contraption you’ve got
there.”
“Most people call it a toilet,” I
told her.
“Toilet,” the Cat said while
rolling it around with her lips. Even
after a week, it was still just so
freakin' weird. It was like watching a
really good CGI movie in real life.
“For some reason that word feels
dirty, and oily too, don't you think?”
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