It was one of those conversations that happen when you are on one subject and your fellow conversee is on another. Ross was on his way out of town. It was my job to take care of the cats until he returned. He has many cats and they all have names, but the two old cats who live inside are named Queenie and Sparky. They are not to go outside, so they receive special treatment.
The first afternoon he called and I wanted to tell him Queen Elizabeth had passed in case he had not heard. The following conversation ensued:
"I'm inside the fortress! Did you know the Queen is dead?" There was a long pause during which I heard the sounds I could not identify. End of conversation.
It was not until later when I received the following message in my email, that I realized I might have been misunderstood.
Hey Lou,
sorry not to be as sensitive about the death of the queen when I called. I was confused when you said the queen died cuz I was thinking my cat. And then the gas pump was spewing gas out of the car so it just was a confusing time.
OMG!!!! I am sorry!!! Although I am snorting coffee out my nose as I write this!!!
If one of the critters does not survive till you return, I will break it to you gently. I think a couple escaped to the outside.
Your Queen is fine, although Sparkie did not greet me yesterday, but I did touch him and he was not cold, just sleeping.
Just thought it would be fun to share this today since it is cold and dreary outside.
Peace!
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