Tuesday, August 7th,
Maurice (and Stuart)
Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.
Maurice: Hey, buddy! Long time no see!
Stuart: Yep. Been out of town for a while. Lost my apartment after I lost my job.
Maurice: Oh no! How did that happen?
Stuart: Damned cat.
Maurice: The cat made you lose your job and your apartment?
Stuart: Yep. It got this really weird skin rash. I spent a week looking after it because the old lady I lived with was allergic to the cream it needed rubbed on its skin.
Maurice: So you lost your job ’cause you took a week off?
Maurice: And I guess then you couldn’t afford the apartment.
Stuart: Oh, no. I could still afford it. But the old lady discovered that breed of cats that don’t have hair and decided the original cat got its skin disease because it was lonely. Twenty-six of the little buggers later, there was no room left for me.
Maurice: How is the old lady affording the place by herself?
Stuart: She taught the cats a bunch of tricks. She’s got a circus going in the living room. Charges a bundle to let people watch.
Maurice: Sounds like living with that old lady’s always been a bit of a circus.
Stuart: You got that right.
Next stop: Wednesday, August 8th, 5:00pm