It was Charley, ostensibly calling to see how Chester was doing. He didnt fool me for a minute.The cats okay. Getting fatter and his fur is improving. He still has some pretty strange personality quirks and hes psychologically attached to that rag of a blanket he came with. He loves the twins and is growing to love me as well.He loves the kids more than you? Thats unusual, isnt it?I dont feed him my entire meal under the table, for one thing. He is, by the way, the only cat Ive ever met that likes green beans. By the time dinner is over and the boys have funneled everything they dont like to Chester, he waddles out from beneath the table like Garfield after eating a lasagna.Why dont you put a stop to it? Should the kids be doing that?I dont cook anything that could harm the cat. And as for the kids, Im doing my best to spoil and ruin them so that my sister never gets the idea of leaving them with me for three months again.Got it.I waited for Charley to say something else, but he never did.Have I answered all your questions or are we going to sit here and listen to each other breathe for the rest of the evening?Then the real reason for the call came out.Do you see much of that Darla friend of yours?Shes been doing a lot of traveling back and forth between Minneapolis and Chicago.
