February 11th 2005 1:30 pm
Yesterday, when the plumber visited, I hid under the bed (just to keep Hilda company--not because I was scared). We were talking about how much dirtier it was underneath A's side of the bed than H's when a little white cat ran by us, stopping only briefly to hiss at us. "It's that midget that Elvin told us about!" Hilda screamed (right in my ear! Ouch!). "That's no midget," I told her. "I've seen her kind before."
Back when H. lived with that one roommate (that smoked some herb--that was definitely NOT catnip--nonstop), I was forced to live with the roommate's Linus (H. referred to it as "wienerdog" and "pooeater"). This Linus was like no cat that I've ever seen before or since. It had very sort legs, a very long body, and floppy ears. It didn't understand how use the litter box (it went outside and would even go on the floor! Talk about poor manners!) or meow. Its attempts at meowing were constant and high pitched, and it never was able to enunciate properly. It especially hated men in uniforms and the sweaters that H's roommate tried to make it wear. Still, I enjoyed frolicking with it underneath the roommate's bed. Ahh...good times.
But I digress. "I've seen that kind before," I told Hilda. Before I could explain, A. had thrust his arm underneath the bed and was grabbing at Hilda. "Come here, Hetty! If H. finds out you got down here, I'll never hear the end of it!" He finally figured out that Hilda was not this "Hetty" thing, but we had to help him out.
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