What would you call a relationship that begins with you being castrated? Fucked, right? So I am in a pen at the SPCA, minding my own business. (They'd picked me up wandering about in a very rich neighbourhood, but nobody had ever claimed me. Just as well...the people I lived with before had no idea...) The two middle-aged men (what's up with that!?) come in and I do my little dance, right—there's always a possibility they have food—and they do the standard-issue "Awwww" thing that everyone does before they leave me alone, minding my own business as I said.
But these two do have food and take me into the visiting room and dandle it in front of me, the bastards.
So I sit and there's that "Awww" shit again and before you know it, they're taking me for a little walk. That's when I knew this wasn't just a couple of mooks coming for a visit. They didn't know I understood French...Lord knows, I wish I didn't.
Now I wait. It's happening tomorrow. And I wait.
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