ears.
‘Oh ain’ dey jus’ da key-youtes ones!’ Lulu says. ‘Oh ain’t dey jus’
the key-youtest wittle babies! Look, honey, look!’
‘I’m lookin’,’ I says, and what I’m thinking is that I just found what I wanted to get Lulu for our anniversary. And that was a relief. I wanted it to be something extra special, something that would really bowl her over, because things had been quite a bit short of great between us during the last year. I thought about Frank, but I wasn’t too worried about him; cats and dogs always fight in the cartoons, but in real life they usually get along, that’s been my experience. They usually get along better than people do.
Especially when it’s cold outside.
“To make a long story just a little bit shorter, I bought one of them and gave it to her on our anniversary. Got it a velvet collar, and tucked a little card under it. ‘HELLO, I am LUCY! the card said. ‘I come with love from L.T.! Happy second anniversary!’
“You probably know what I’m going to tell you now, don’t you?
Sure. It was just like goddarn Frank the terrier all over again, only in reverse. At first I was as happy as a pig in shit with Frank, and Lulubelle was as happy as a pig in shit with Lucy at first. Held her up over her head, talking that baby-talk to her, ‘Oh yookit you, oh yookit my wittle pwecious, she so key-yout,’ and so on and so on
… until Lucy let out a yowl and batted at the end of Lulubelle’s nose. With her claws out, too. Then she ran away and hid under the kitchen table. Lulu laughed it off, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever had happen to her, and as key-yout as anything else a little kitten might do, but I could see she was miffed.
“Right then Frank came in. He’d been sleeping up in our room-at the foot of her side of the bed-but Lulu’d let out a little shriek when the kitten batted her nose, so he came down to see what the fuss was about.
“He spotted Lucy under the table right away and walked toward heir, sniffing the linoleum where she’d been.
‘Stop them, honey, stop them, L.T., they’re going to get into it,’
Lulubelle says. ‘Frank’ll kill her.’
‘Just let them alone a minute,’ I says. ‘See what happens.’
Lucy humped up her back the way cats do, but stood her ground and’, watched him come. Lulu started forward, wanting to get in between them in spite of what I’d said (listening up wasn’t exactly one of Lulu’s strong points), but I took her wrist and held her back.
It’s best to let them work it out between them, if you can. Always best. It’s quicker.
“Well, Frank got to the edge of the table, poked his nose under, and started this low rumbling way back in his throat. ‘Let me go, L.T. I got to get her,’ Lulubelle says, ‘Frank’s growling at her.’
‘No, he’s not,’ I say, ‘he’s just purring. I recognize it from all the times he’s purred at me.’
“She gave me a look that would just about have boiled water, but didn’t say anything. The only times in the three years we were married that I got the last word, it was always about Frank and Screwlucy. Strange but true. Any other subject, Lulu could talk rings around me. But when it came to the pets, it seemed she was always fresh out of comebacks. Used to drive her crazy.
“Frank poked his head under the table a little farther, and Lucy batted his nose the way she’d batted Lulubelle’s - only when she batted Frank, she did it without popping her claws. I had an idea Frank would go for her, but he didn’t. He just kind of whoofed and turned away. Not scared, more like he’s thinking, ‘Oh, okay, so that’s what that’s about.’ Went back into the living room and laid down in front of the TV.
“And that was all the confrontation there ever was between them.
They divvied up the territory pretty much the way that Lulu and I divvied it up that last year we spent together, when things were getting bad; the bedroom belonged to Frank
‘Oh ain’ dey jus’ da key-youtes ones!’ Lulu says. ‘Oh ain’t dey jus’
the key-youtest wittle babies! Look, honey, look!’
‘I’m lookin’,’ I says, and what I’m thinking is that I just found what I wanted to get Lulu for our anniversary. And that was a relief. I wanted it to be something extra special, something that would really bowl her over, because things had been quite a bit short of great between us during the last year. I thought about Frank, but I wasn’t too worried about him; cats and dogs always fight in the cartoons, but in real life they usually get along, that’s been my experience. They usually get along better than people do.
Especially when it’s cold outside.
“To make a long story just a little bit shorter, I bought one of them and gave it to her on our anniversary. Got it a velvet collar, and tucked a little card under it. ‘HELLO, I am LUCY! the card said. ‘I come with love from L.T.! Happy second anniversary!’
“You probably know what I’m going to tell you now, don’t you?
Sure. It was just like goddarn Frank the terrier all over again, only in reverse. At first I was as happy as a pig in shit with Frank, and Lulubelle was as happy as a pig in shit with Lucy at first. Held her up over her head, talking that baby-talk to her, ‘Oh yookit you, oh yookit my wittle pwecious, she so key-yout,’ and so on and so on
… until Lucy let out a yowl and batted at the end of Lulubelle’s nose. With her claws out, too. Then she ran away and hid under the kitchen table. Lulu laughed it off, like it was the funniest thing she’d ever had happen to her, and as key-yout as anything else a little kitten might do, but I could see she was miffed.
“Right then Frank came in. He’d been sleeping up in our room-at the foot of her side of the bed-but Lulu’d let out a little shriek when the kitten batted her nose, so he came down to see what the fuss was about.
“He spotted Lucy under the table right away and walked toward heir, sniffing the linoleum where she’d been.
‘Stop them, honey, stop them, L.T., they’re going to get into it,’
Lulubelle says. ‘Frank’ll kill her.’
‘Just let them alone a minute,’ I says. ‘See what happens.’
Lucy humped up her back the way cats do, but stood her ground and’, watched him come. Lulu started forward, wanting to get in between them in spite of what I’d said (listening up wasn’t exactly one of Lulu’s strong points), but I took her wrist and held her back.
It’s best to let them work it out between them, if you can. Always best. It’s quicker.
“Well, Frank got to the edge of the table, poked his nose under, and started this low rumbling way back in his throat. ‘Let me go, L.T. I got to get her,’ Lulubelle says, ‘Frank’s growling at her.’
‘No, he’s not,’ I say, ‘he’s just purring. I recognize it from all the times he’s purred at me.’
“She gave me a look that would just about have boiled water, but didn’t say anything. The only times in the three years we were married that I got the last word, it was always about Frank and Screwlucy. Strange but true. Any other subject, Lulu could talk rings around me. But when it came to the pets, it seemed she was always fresh out of comebacks. Used to drive her crazy.
“Frank poked his head under the table a little farther, and Lucy batted his nose the way she’d batted Lulubelle’s - only when she batted Frank, she did it without popping her claws. I had an idea Frank would go for her, but he didn’t. He just kind of whoofed and turned away. Not scared, more like he’s thinking, ‘Oh, okay, so that’s what that’s about.’ Went back into the living room and laid down in front of the TV.
“And that was all the confrontation there ever was between them.
They divvied up the territory pretty much the way that Lulu and I divvied it up that last year we spent together, when things were getting bad; the bedroom belonged to Frank
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