Romeo’s favourite sleeping spot is on the foot rest in the lounge. Squeak’s is in the cat bed by the front door.
Squeak may be the bigger of the two, but Romeo is the little gobble-guts… as soon as he hears you in the kitchen he’ll come bolting in. I’ve also noticed Squeak has his own bowl, which is the one closest to the sink. Romeo has his own bowl too, which he’ll always go to first – but it doesn’t stop him from eating out of both.
Squeak doesn’t malt as much as Romeo.
Romeo and Squeak are not really friends. I think Romeo would like something more, but Squeak is very weary of him – always slinking past. In the beginning, Romeo was very affectionate and would follow me around everywhere. This meant that I didn’t get much attention from Squeak.
Romeo likes to sleep in bed with you. Squeak does as well, but only when he gets there first. One night I went to bed with Squeak and woke up with Romeo.
Such a pretty thing. Such a shame she had to scream. He thinks he may have broken one of her teeth. Not so pretty anymore. He is angry for breaking her. That’s not how a true gentleman would do things. If his mother was still alive, she’d be very disappointed in his behaviour. But then, mother was always very negative. Nothing ever seemed good enough. He mind drifts to the lemon tree out the back. How very appropriate she should be festering underneath it. The sour bitch.
What’s it all for?
Why don’t I write anymore?
We’ve lost the words
that lost the meaning
it’s all without feeling –
Let the others believe
and save us all
if none at all.
Stepping over – stepping back –
I shouldn’t have dropped my weapon.