November 24, 2016
People ask the most peculiar questions. Yes, it’s true that I have my choice of soft, comfortable places upon which to park my delicate nose. Five fluffy pillows, a carpet, a futon, a king sized bed, a sheepskin rug. So why do I choose to place my head on concrete, my landlady asks. Hell, I don’t know. Why does she wear pieces of dead cow on her back paws? Why does she eat food on sticks of metal instead of simply putting her snout in her bowl? Mysteries abound.
