C. I’m glad that The Kennel had an open shift because someone called in sick. It’s too bad it was one of my kittens, though. I must talk to Ralph. Since he’s one-half alien cat, catnip effects him and the rest of my kittens differently from full-blooded Earth cats.
I couldn’t come up with anything for today’s blog, so I reasoned that I would come here and get some ideas. The Kennel has some interesting characters in it with some good stories. I can’t print them in the blog word-for-word, but I can use my imagination and come up with a story once I hear the inmates’ stories. And, lucky me. I can understand English, Cantonese, and Dogma
(ring) Hmm. the phone is ringing but d.c. is at home studying for his midterm exam (ring) and the other nurses on shift are all on their thirty minute meal break. (ring). I’d better answer the phone because The Kennel has a strict policy about answering the phone by the third ring. The caller will never know that I’m a cat since I speak proper English goodly, and I have the phone-answering script down after listening to it so many times.
“Good morning afternoon or evening, ma’am, sir or nonbinary individual. How are you on this typical Winter day in Southeast Texas in January? This area includes but is not limited to Greater Houston area, the fourth largest metropolis in the United States, and the largest in the American South,.
How may I be of service to you? I wish to accommodate you as long as your request is legal, moral, and not too much trouble.
I need to talk to Juan Susa
C,: May I place you on hold for as long as I desire?
Take as long as you need.
C.: (I don’t know of any Juan Susa who works here, but he may be a new worker. I’ve been gone for a while because after I married a meow-ionnaire I longer needed this job to pay off my gambling debts…I mean my bills. Maybe I should call d.c. and ask him where this guy works.) (ring)
d.: This is d.c. scot, nurse, author and student. Please leave a message after the beep and I will call you as soon as my schedule allows, or whenever I feel like it, whichever comes first.
C.: Pick up the phone, d.c. It’s Cal.E., and I’m at The Kennel, in need of your help.
d.: What’s going on, Cal.E.?
C.: I answered the phone in the medical department because it rang three times and all the nurses were at lunch. This person wanted to talk to Juan Susa, and I don’t know who that is, do you?
d.: Yes, that’s me.
C.: Come again?
d.: It’s my new pen name for selling my book internationally. I thought that having a generic name like d.c. scot would be a disadvantage in the international market, so I came up with another pen name.
C.: So, you have an alias for your alias?
d.: Yes, something like that. Just patch the guy through to my cell phone and I’ll talk to him. Hopefully it’s my agent calling about how well my book is doing on the international marked and asking what I want to do with all of the money it’s making. Thanks, Cal.E.
C.: (I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist the temptation to listen to this conversation.)
“Hello, yes, put all the profits from the sale of my book into advertising. Yes, I’m sure that I’m sure. Yes, all of it. I want all thirty-six dollars of profit put back into advertising for the book. Otherwise, I may be put into a higher tax bracket and need to pay more taxes.
C.: I suppose that’s all the time we have for today, folks, because I here the nurses coming back from their meal break, so I need to get back to work.
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