Tuesday, February 6th,
Maurice and Stuart
(Stuart sits at the window. Maurice takes the seat beside him.)
Maurice: Hey! You’re early for once.
Stuart: Yep. Gotta go buy a new rug before work.
Maurice: Cat peed on it one too many times?
Stuart: Nope. Dog bled all over it.
Maurice: You’ve got a dog now?
Stuart: Not only that. You remember the old lady whose dog I accidentally killed?
Maurice: The one whose next dog ran away, and who’s deathly allergic to cats?
Stuart: That’s right. She’s living with me now too.
Maurice: But … why? And how is she living with you if you’ve got a cat?
Stuart: As for why, she spent so long in the hospital that she missed paying her rent and got kicked out. So I offered to take her in.
Maurice: And the cat?
Stuart: Shaved it.
Maurice: The cat mustn’t have enjoyed that.
Stuart: Nope. It looks like a giant bald squirrel.
Maurice: So what happened to the dog? You said it bled all over your rug.
Stuart: Well yeah. The dog took one look at the cat after we shaved it and thought it was a squirrel. Dog tried to eat the cat, cat scratched the dog.
Maurice: Wow. That must have been one hell of a scratch to make the dog bleed like that.
Stuart: Well, yeah. Because we shaved the dog too.
Maurice: The old lady’s not allergic to dogs though. She had one before.
Stuart: Nope. I am.
Maurice: The two of you are a match made in heaven.
Next stop: Wednesday, February 7th, 7:00pm