KittyLink™ for Tootsday

 

            “Hey, Buddy,” said Mr. Baby Sir, having finally found Buddy’s coordinates. “Hey! Are you asleep or something?” (Nobody knows how they do this.)
            Buddy picks up his head. Something perturbed his sleep.
            “I hear you, man. But where are you?” he purrmurrs.
            “In jail, man. Washington. Not sure what I did,” said Mr. Baby Sir.
            “Uh, I still can’t see you. Are you a ghost or what?” Buddy asks.
            “You gotta find something shiny to look at. I’m staring at a glass door. It’s dark outside so I can see you! You look like me, man!” laughed Mr. Baby. “Get up and find a window or something, or I dunno. Anything you can look at. Then hook into my link.”
            “I never did that before,” said Buddy, getting up and stretching. But he does go find a shiny window with the dark outside and the light behind him.
            “What’s a Washinton? Never heard of it, by the way,” howled Buddy, fully awake.
            “It’s a place. I could be in the deserts of the great American southwest, but I am here. I don’t know why. Rains all day and all night. Doesn’t really make any difference to me. But I can hear it,” said Mr. Baby. “I’m stuck in the house.”’      
            “Bummer,” commented Buddy.
            “Where are you. I mean IRL. Does it rain all day there?” mewled Mr. Baby.
            “Mnrrrr! No? Sometimes. Mostly not. Come on, it’s California. That’s what he says anyhow. I read over his shoulder,” admitted Buddy.
            “Sounds better than a Washinton. I think they call it that because of the water. You wash with water. Brrr! Horrible thought. The rest of them, that suck-up Charley, my lady, and that guy are swanning all over the desert in a big RV!” yowled Mr. Baby.
            “So, why aren’t you in the RV on the road, man?” asked Buddy, getting right to the point.
            “Reconnaissance. She didn’t appreciate my efforts. That’s all I can think of. They got tired of waiting for my return! Somebody had to do it!” said Mr. Baby.
            “Ah. No wonder you’re stuck there,” said Buddy. “I get it. Anybody else stuck there?”
            “A little fat guy with  short whiskers, Willie, and a really sketchy chick called Suzy Q,” huffed Mr. Baby Sir.  
            “It’s all about getting out, isn’t it?” said Buddy.
            “It really is. Guess I’ll go hit the kitty buffet. Don’t have much else to do,” said Mr. Baby.
            “Take it easy. You’ll get out again, I betcha!” purred Buddy, encouragingly. “Keep your whiskers out! Don’t be quiet, man!”
            “One way or another, Buddy! One way or another…,” promised Mr. Baby Sir.
            “Later…”
            “Later! Over and out,” murrred Mr. Baby.
            KittyLink™ dropped.
            All became silent…

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