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Priming the water pistola, shaded by a ceiling sombrero, paused at the dining table, chewing a thin, flavorless carrot stick. They’ll come. The wanted ones. Who will be the first outlaw to dare? Be gunned down? sent wailing to a corner — hide, lick those furry wounds. Two hombre gatos learned long ago — but el gatitos, two of them, outlaws. New, with claws aching to continue work fibers of the central stairs’ landing. I said, let’s rearrange furniture, change focus to the scratching posts in the corners, away from the action, the kitchen and dining, main living area adjoined by upper bedrooms and hall to bathroom, roaming in and out, making this their territory, too. No respect like faithful perros. All flows to the middle of a split level that doesn’t need more maintenance or questions, did you get shag carpeting? I’m still waiting by this writing, with itchy trigger finger. Hope it’s safe to lay this down without something underneath. Better prime the pump. Don’t want a dry first squeeze. These siestas don’t last long. 4.20.22 |