d.: (I wonder, is it true that people with bad memories are less likely to suffer from dementia than people with good memories, or is just harder to tell when it happens to them? And…) (ring)
“Hello, ma’am sir, or nonbinary individual…"
C.: d.c., it’s me, Cal.E.
d.: I knew that. Don't make me look like a
I just needed a few more seconds to come up with your name….
C.: Cal.E.
d.: Are you sure?
C.: Yes, I’m sure. Anyway, you forgot, didn’t you?
d.: Forgot what?
C.: If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you.
d.: Please don’t act like that…
C.: Cal.E.
d.: That doesn’t sound right. Anyway, you’re a cat, how are you talking to me on the phone?
C.: Don’t you remember? I’m a talking cat from another planet. I also taught my third husband, 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 to talk as well.
d.: Oh, yes. How is T doing after his vet’s appointment? I think I was supposed to do something with that information, but I can’t remember what.
C.: Call Dr. Death….
d.: Why? All he knows how to do with humans is take their vital signs.
C.: I need to call him and tell him that T is doing fine. He took two mils of Kitty Aspirin, and he feels as good as new.
d.: That sounds amazing, considering he had….
C.: Problems with his right front paw. He had to stop training for his bout to take the light heavy weight cat fighting belt to put with his five heavy weight cat fighting championship belts. He’s been able to resume his training, so I look for him to end this cat fight with one punch, like he usually does.
d.: Well, it sounds like I need to do something ASAP, so I suppose that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Pleas join us tomorrow for another edition of….
C.: Cal.E.’s Korner.
d.: What she said. (Now, I was going to do something, but what was it?)
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