“Once again, I slept in, jolted to consciousness at 10:30 by the phone ringing at my bedside. I picked it up to hear Kandi’s excited voice. “Guess what, hon? I’ve got the most fantastic news!” “What is it?” I asked, shoving Prozac’s tail from my nose. “I’ll tell you all about it at lunch. Meet me at the Westside Tavern at noon. Oops. Gotta run. The cockroach is having a hissy fit.” I assumed that the cockroach to whom she referred was the lead insect on Kandi’s show, Beanie & the Cockroach. Leaving Kandi to her cockroach wrangling, I hung up and turned to Prozac, who was staring listlessly at a pair of panty hose I’d left out on the bed for her. To think there was a time I found these playthings amusing. “Good morning, honey,” I said, stroking her behind her ears. “How’d you like some nice human tuna for breakfast?” Human tuna—two words that normally sent her into a feeding frenzy. But today? Nada. Zippo. Zilch. Hustling to the kitchen, I scooped some Bumble Bee into her bowl, praying ...she’d show some interest.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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