Mrs. Perils and Mehitabel
Which one dictates, and which one types? *
The cat’s real name is Rico (we named him after Rico Suave, a poseur
who had a nanosecond’s fame on MTV back in the 80s). He and his brother
Simba are our (intentional, at least) housepets. His brother is a few
turds short of a litterbox, if you know what I’m sayin’, and has gone
sorta bush and spends most of his time outside, or under the front
porch huffing whatever escapes from the gas meter. Since the
temperatures have fallen here, these dorks just can’t get enough lap
time.
They even come over and pretend they like me, though they have
developed a talent for geometry and orthopedics, and have used what
they know about my knee joints, the length of my tibia and the
dexterity of my ankles to be able to narrowly avoid my attempts to punt
their piebald asses across the room.
Still, they’re good company for Mrs. Perils when I’m off to glamorous destinations in the midwest, so I let them live.
* Hint: An equipment crisis of
sorts has developed due to Mrs. Perils’ repeatedly jumping on the
keyboard from the back of the chair. Look how bent and distorted
that one in her lap is.
