Knives at the Door

Arrowyy discovered that advice about feeding cats can reveal a man’s character faster than a roadside robbery. Summoneyy and Blaedy supplied evidence: walls scratched, carpets sacrificed, privacy abolished. I stand by dogs. A dog may wake you, but it does not convene a midnight tribunal outside the bedroom.

Then Blaedy asked after Old Yowler and I confidently described an entirely different beast from an entirely different bit of country. Meho asked whether I am always so confident when wrong, which was rude chiefly because it was efficient. At least I corrected the record before anyone built a monument to my foolishness.

The talk wandered to VanCleef and red bandannas. Meho claims one; I advised against staining it further. A modest contribution to public safety, if nothing else.