Fighting with Brett Again
October 12th 2010 21:00
Arriving at work one morning after having a fight with Brett, I looked up from my computer and saw the photo I had of him holding Butterscotch. Both are gazing into the camera, the cat’s pupils reduced to mere slits from the sunlight. You can see his stripes on his legs.
I grabbed a post-it note. I wrote, “The cat is king. His owner sucks.” I stuck it over Brett’s face. It has been there ever since.
Will I ever see my boys again?
“You and Brett have known each other for twenty years,” said my best friend Andrea. “I’m sure he will be in touch soon.”
How sad, knowing that my relationship with his cats are directly related to my relationship with Brett. Couldn’t I just see them independently? I could hang around Brett’s neighbourhood, hoping to catch a glimpse of my boys. But if Brett saw me, he’d be wondering what I was up to and…it sounds like too much like hard work.
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