Brett’s Disgust
December 7th 2008 21:00
My favourite boys!
Like most people, my friends tend to be on my wavelength. Which is why I can count Andrea, Brett and Fred as being some of my closest friends. We tend to share the same sense of humour and the same lack of disgust at things most people would find disgusting.
I can only remember two times when I’ve ever seen Brett look disgusted. The first time was when he came across some cockroaches. The second time was when he was heating up dinner one night and I started telling him about Princess, the cat who was cooked to death in a microwave by a gang of teenagers.
Brett screwed up his face and went “Ugh.” I knew what he was going to say next: “Killing animals is a sign of potential serial killers.”
“I know,” I said from the lounge. Another thing we had in common was our interest in criminology. Brett liked to indulge in crime novels while I preferred to read about true crimes. This led to some interesting conversations about how people become serial killers.
When Brett sat down to eat, sharing his dinner with me, Butterscotch was nearby. He crawled onto Brett’s lap and Brett gave him a nice long rub along his back. “You like a fight, don’t you?” which is what Brett always liked to say to his feisty cat.
Later on, he saw Gingersnap on the kitchen bench. He stood up and made Gingersnap move. “You know you’re not allowed up there,” he said to the cat. This reminded me of my ex-neighbour’s cats, who liked to do the same thing especially when it was near dinner time. Her Bombay cats would leap onto the kitchen bench and look at her. My neighbour would also shoo them away.
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