There’s a lot of chatter going on around here. My human Cat, so typically feline, with cool exterior, is busy with upcoming taxes and weddings and construction and babies. I listen and learn on Saturday night when the others have finished cleaning and left. It’s only her and C. Grace and the one in uniform….Officer Unstoppable Dimples Despite the Frown, I call him. He takes care of the ones here…including me, I guess, since I’m immobile when the streets and bars are teeming with potential problems. However, any potential problem that might drunkenly wander in, automatically reconsiders, and sticks their problematic intentions in their psyche’s rear pocket, and attempts to walk back out without weaving when they see Officer at the door. Officer doesn’t like to stay outside when the clock tolls 2. He comes in, is given a leftover Coke and then goes out the back door to check the parking lot for numbskulls who read the signs and think “Parking for Staff and Band Only” means “Gentlemen”.
Anyway, chatter, patter…although Officer Dimples, my Cat and C. Grace are tired at the end, they often have some revelations which make my stay more interesting. And no spilled beans if they don’t want any else to know…my lips are sealed.