A Question of Honor

Today is Friday, Jan 2.
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Answered a knock on my door this morning in my bathrobe.  Guy says – I’d like to ask you about your ex-husband.  Do you know his address?  Phone number?

“Regarding?”  I ask.  “His Trailblazer,” he says.

Oh.  “We’ve been divorced two years,” I say, “…you can see why…”  Blah, blah, blah I blabber on for a few.

He leaves. I figure I owe more to my ex more than the repo man. Honor among thieves I guess.

(As My Allusion says – I can’t make this crap up.)

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Later I get out the pet carrier to take the stray to the vet.  I sprinkle treats inside, he falls for it, and I zip up while Shelby watches.

Not one meow in warning – “Dude!  Don’t go in there! At the very least you’re going to the vet and at most may lose your gonads!”

No honor among cats?

Shelby today.  “Who Me?”

~ by jenkraus1 on January 3, 2009.