That fucking yowling!

I can wish that the back neighbors still had those two cat-mauling dogs, so that I can pick Sammy up and throw him over the fence to them. That fucking yowling! When all I want is a little sleep.

Mother says, “Ah, the poor kitty! He just wants a little attention.”

You’re one to talk. I’m pretty sure I got this impatience from you, complete with this nasty streak of cruelty, except where mine mostly stays locked down in my imagination, yours often broke free to the light of day.

She opens her mouth in shock, “Me? A grandmother!”

Heh, well, you weren’t always so mellow. You were young once too. And fierce.

She nods vigorously, wide-eyed and broadly smiling, slightly demonic, “And don’t you forget it!”

~~~

At least we got some rain. Those clouds meant something. But it still wasn’t much. It had some duration, maybe a few hours, but it was such a light-falling rain, barely more than a drizzle. It still isn’t the relief we need. But this weather system is supposed to be with us for the next few days. We still have a chance.

What can I eat, folks?

I was worried about that hamburger meat. But it was not until I nearly finished my big bowl of chili mac that the rancid taste of the meat started to get to me. I’m afraid I may be in for a hard time on the toilet in a few hours. I’m hoping it’s nothing worse than a little diarrhea.

I wish I could count on the commissary to handle the meat decently enough, but I guess that’s asking for too much. They handle the steaks well enough, but I guess they feel they can economize and play around more with the ground beef, mixing the bad with the good.

What can I eat, folks? Just chicken??

Pi says, “You know, there is a whole world of vegetables out there.”

Yeah, and I think that territory will remain unexplored, thank you very much!

Mother chimes in, “Maybe you should try seafood again.”

Nah, I don’t think there is going to be any changes there, either.

Mother says, “I don’t see how you can be a son of mine and not like seafood. You’re strange.”

Pi agrees, “I think so, too. You are a very funny guy, Monk.”

It’s not like I am trying hard. It just works out this way.