they tell the best stories and totally revel in their unabashed saltiness.
Today's gem was a hunched over Mr December (1924) who came in with a carrier and a smile- "I've got three puddicats for you!!". Golly gee, thank you! And who says Christmas only comes once a year? He goes on to tell me that they are strays...."been hanging around the yard for 4-5 years" he says with an open mouthed gaping smile. And during these years he and Grandma Moses have been tossing food out for Not Mine Fluffy. Oy. Which means that these "strays" are actually his cats in terms of black and white legal forms to pull out. And with surrenders, we charge a fee to take them in. $50 for the first critter, $25/additional, which adds up to $100 for cats that aren't his. Plus, he dropped off 3 more earlier in the month. A total of $200 on cats that roam the neighborhood but aren't "his."
Did he flinch? Only if you call flinching pulling out a waaaad of $20's and counting out "1, 2, 3, 4, and 5...here you go!" Again with another pause and wide happy smile. Then he proceeds to tell me that most likely we'll have to put away the momma cat of the bunch he brought in. "She eats and drinks fine, but walks two steps or so and falls over. Every time." No glimmer of concern, just straight up matter of factness.
I guess I should just be happy that he didn't transport the cats in his (Cadillac) trunk this time.
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