After a raucous 4th of July party that started in the afternoon and ended long after midnight, the cat and the crone are neither awake nor inspired. And we weren’t even there.
Lymond: Write your own blog. Or just post pictures of cats. Who doesn’t like cat pictures?
Lynn: Sure. I’ll start with an oldie-but-goodie that shows how much trouble you can be.
Lymond: Okay, forget the cat theme. Post something else. Pictures you like that don’t allow you to criticize an innocent, put-upon feline.
Lynn: If you insist. Which leads me to dogs, which are never as critical as a certain cat of my acquaintance.
Lymond: I like dogs. When I look out the window, I see them pass by all the time. Many dogs in Coronado, and they’re all on leashes and they do their business on the lawn. High maintenance, dogs. Unlike cats, who know how to use a litter box and have too much sense to be hauled outside with collar and leash attached.
Lynn: If not for the infestation of fleas in this area, I’d have trained you to the leash and walked you every day. You’ve turned into a couch-potato cat.
Lymond: It takes one to know one. Get to something interesting. Meaning go back to cats.
Lynn: Here’s one. I’d really like to pet that cat. And the leopard, too. I advise you not to make a snarky comment about the picture of my book cover. The readers who snap it up are the ones who pay for your upkeep.o
Lymond: I take your point. It’s so rare that you ever have one. Now if our work here is done, I’m going back to sleep. If you make the tuna salad you’ve been talking about all day, you may wake me up and share the fish before you put all that goop in it. To all the StoryBroads who visit this site, I wish you great happiness and lots of your own favorite treats.