The waiting game

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“What’re you waiting for, Eos?”

“Mum’s gone out. Just waiting for her to come back again.”

“Did she say how long she’d be?”

“She said something to the boss.”

“What?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t speak human, do I?”

“Neither do I, but I can usually guess. And I know some words.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s no; and in. Oh, yeah – and oy. And I know that when she says Trevor in a harsh voice I’m in trouble, but when she says Trev-Trev there’s usually something to be had.”

“Yeah? I suppose we do know a few. When the boss says right then, I know it’s time for a walk—”

“And dinner…”

“Of course, Trev. And dinner. I think that means the same as breakfast. But not sweeties. But that doesn’t help me to know how long she’s going to be gone.”

“She shouldn’t be all that long.”

“Hope not. Boss isn’t as generous with the sweeties as Mum is.”

“Let’s talk about something else, shall we? Take our mind off missing Mum.”

“Okay. What?”

“When are you going to get your hair cut?”

“Soon, I hope. I wish I was like you – short hair, easy to manage—”

“True, but yours keeps you warmer in this cold weather, and helps you stay cool when it’s hot outside.”

“Provided there’s a bit of wind, yes, it does. But look at it. It’s less than an hour since the boss brushed me and it’s gone all naff again.”

“It wasn’t before you started licking, scratching and rolling.”

“I had to. I hate the way it feels when it’s all been brushed. Can’t say I’m over-keen on how it looks, either. It’s not natural.”

“Let me get this right. You don’t like it when it’s tidy…”

“True.”

“And you don’t like it when it’s not.”

“So?”

“Can you see the problem there?”

“No problem. I don’t like it. I want it short, like yours.”

“I don’t think you can have it like that. Your sort was bred for mountainous places. I wasn’t.”

“So, what?”

“So your fur is designed to keep you warm in winter and cool in summer. You’ve got layers. I haven’t. If you had it cut short, you’d probably overheat in summer and freeze in winter.”

“You’re a fine one to talk about over-eating. Why do you suppose the boss calls you porky?”

“Overheat, not overeat, Dumbo. Anyway, what’re you waiting for?”

“Mum’s gone out. Just waiting for her to come back.”

“Did she say how long she’d be?”

“She said something to the boss.”

“What?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t speak human, do I?”

“Neither do I, but I can usually guess. And I know some words.”

“Trev, do you ever get the feeling you’ve had a conversation before?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever thought about having your coat trimmed?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Fair enough. Le’s have a sleep. Maybe Mum will be back when we wake up.”


This was written in response to Kreative Kue 204 published on this site recently.

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