“What the hell is going on here?” I am addressing my footwear. Though Buddy, the sleek black feline on my bed, is listening in and observing the other party in my conversation.
The Bud, for instance, astutely notes with a nod of his head the fact that I have in fact dropped my shoe for the second time in the last minute.
“Maahh,” he says, turning to face the balcony door. He stretches, then lies down regally in the classic cat 'lion' pose. I no longer merit his interest.
