[February 15] For Scotty
The previous day had been Valentine's Day, which had never been one of Prior's favorite holidays even when he'd been in a relationship. The last time he could remember celebrating was a quiet dinner with Louis followed by wine-soaked mutually solicitous sex. On second thought... that was a fairly good memory, as far as the ones with Louis went. In any case, he was kind of glad it was over, since there was never any telling what sort of weird shit could go down here on holidays.
He got out of bed because and slid into his robe (deep purple silk, one of his best clothing box finds ever), only to find that Maureen had apparently not closed the front door all the way on her way out. He noticed this about fie seconds after Little Sheba did.
"No, bad cat!" he shrieked as she slipped through the crack and took off like a little bolt of furry lightning.
He should just let her go. But as much as he tried to break himself of the stupid superstition, he couldn't help but get paranoid about his health every time she disappeared. So he threw open the door and took off after her. Luckily his leg wasn't in bad shape this morning, so he was able to run after her - at least, the short distance to Scotty's porch, where she'd ended up.
"Okay," he said, crouching down on the front steps and beckoning with one finger. "Here, kitty kitty..."
He got out of bed because and slid into his robe (deep purple silk, one of his best clothing box finds ever), only to find that Maureen had apparently not closed the front door all the way on her way out. He noticed this about fie seconds after Little Sheba did.
"No, bad cat!" he shrieked as she slipped through the crack and took off like a little bolt of furry lightning.
He should just let her go. But as much as he tried to break himself of the stupid superstition, he couldn't help but get paranoid about his health every time she disappeared. So he threw open the door and took off after her. Luckily his leg wasn't in bad shape this morning, so he was able to run after her - at least, the short distance to Scotty's porch, where she'd ended up.
"Okay," he said, crouching down on the front steps and beckoning with one finger. "Here, kitty kitty..."