What is he saying, asking? 

                                   these are the words communicated between his cats inaudibly transmitted between sidelooks glares blinks shakes shimmies  body language

He said NO.

Who’s he noing?

they do not defy grammar or spellings or punctuation unlike him 

they outnumber him by three 

all four are blood

only idiots try to play blood off each other

quick way to find the misfortunate dead

their bloodline wouldnt be missed

the genetic pool ticks down incrementally but they have been emptied refilled boiled despoiled rarified since time immemorial 

   she shivered  Say, what time do you have? 

What’s that?

Numbnuts isn’t one to fawn over it yet every morning without fail he asks me, Whadayasay? Time to get the show on the road?

Do you think he expects you to answer?

Where did you come from?

I was under the bed.

Ah.   I have no idea what he expects.

He does seem to like talking to us.

Yeah he does, but we’re all he has in here. Too bad there’s not another like him that he can talk to.

Do you think there’s another like him? He’s a bird of a different feather. 

A horse of another colour.

What’s a bird, a horse?

He uses those words.

Ah.

Anyway, I think that’s why he talks to us.

Which makes sense.

Yeah, that’s makes sense.

Did he mean noing, or knowing?

Is there a difference?

I don’t no.

I think it’s know.

I don’t know?

Yes, I think that’s it.

   I don’t know. I was up on the kitchen counter when he turned from the one opposite to put, he calls it wetfud, what’s that? out for us.

Eats!

What?

She said eats, fud, wetfud.

Ah. 

      Where was I?

I don’t no. Know?

Know idea.

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