Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: Hello, d.c., what’s going on?

d.: Cal.E., don’t you remember that I asked you to write the blog Solo….

I meant by yourself, not with Hans Solo.

C.: I’m sorry, I don’t recall.

d.: Cal.E., I told you I had an important math test, and I needed you to pick up the

slack.

C.: It was a math test. That should have taken you about ten minutes to complete.

d.: No, Cal.E., I’m not a math genius like you.

C.: Maybe you should go stare at a carton of orange juice ten hours that says “concentrate” on it,

like I did when I moved into Wayne Manor

with my third husband, (and second here on this planet) The Now Eight Time World Association of Cat fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology cat-fighting champion of the world,

Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by T.’s former BFF, business partner and co-founder of the Triple T Cartel- then sworn enemy in real life and chief rival for the eight WACKO championship belts whom T defeated to win the middle weight WACKO title

and now his BFF again, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby).

d.: I’m sorry, I’ve lost my train of thought.

THOUGHT

C.: You were trying to say why you’re blaming the imaginary cat for not writing your blog for a few days.

d.: Oh, yes, I remember now. Cal.E., I need for you to write the blog by yourself indefinitely.

C.: But, d.c., I’m a figment of your imagination. The real Cal.E. Katt passed away years ago, and she couldn’t speak English and she wasn’t from the Planet of the Talking Cats in the Cat Galaxy.

d.: Okay, you have a point. I suppose I should get busy planning my blog posts, since you’re me, and I’m me, that means that I am writing the blog posts Solo

(I wonder if he could help me?)