Chetspeak on Sunday
“Hey, Chet, a little space, buddy.”
Oops. I was way over on Bernie’s side. I shifted closer to my door.
“And ease up on the drooling.”
Drooling? Me? I moved over as far as I could and sat stiffly the rest of the way, back straight, eyes forward, aloof. I wasn’t alone in the drooling department, had seen Bernie drooling in his sleep more than once, and Leda, too, Bernie’s ex-wife, meaning humans drooled, big time. But had I ever made the slightest fuss about it, or thought less of them? You tell me.
– from Thereby Hangs A Tail.
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