I was out walking my Roger this morning and we ran into Kat.
Not a real cat. Trust me. I know the difference. Roger’s been talking to me about the real ones. Mostly: “LEAVE IT,” he explained. Tee hee. I paraphrased Ring Lardner. Pretty smart for a dog…
Anyway, Kat is not a cat, but she likes them. It’s OK. She likes me, too. She brought me treats once. I tend to remember these things. Treats are very important to a dog.
Kat and Roger are friends and she works at Uroboros and they talk a lot about glass and glass colors and Roger throws temper tantrums because he thinks that whenever he likes a color, they automatically discontinue it because of course the world revolves around him… So then Kat is really nice and saves him the last few bottles of evergreen frit or sage green frit or whatever it is.
I can’t even see colors. Does he even once consider that?
They also talked about streaky glass. Roger has a big commission coming up and will need lots of black streaky for his birch trees. But it was still glass talk. Blah, blah, blah…
They never once said anything important. No talk of squirrels, no mention of cats (the small, furry ones, I mean), not even the smallest discussion of treats.
I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that.