Now, why don’t you all sit down for a little story time, shall we?

From Kitty to Kitty

By: Zanner
Part 1

The Retriver mix tromps across the lawn, Panting lightly in the lating morning sun of an August day. Sullen, and for all internts and purposes detached from the task at hand, maintaining the exterior of an estate. He thinks to himself, as he drags the old-fashioned manual edger behind him
“Wow, you fucked up big time.. But hey, an experience is an experience.. I just wish she would stop badmouthing me, what the hell did I do but be honest? I’m never using a dating site again..” he thinks to himself

He comes to a smaller patch of sickly-looking hydrangeas and sunflowers, with the dull and pathetic looking leaves of gone-by daylillies. The edges looks ragged, which pangs at Alzer’s obsessive compulsive nature.
“That looks bad enough to fix” he says to himself. He was always fond of talking to himself, even if other people thought he was crazy. He knew he was’int, he knew it was a lasting symptom of growing up alone, being home schooled, and then mostly working alone. An attempt to feel less lonely, perhaps.
“sigh” he goes, and thinks “Is it lunch time yet? I really want to get online to see what the newest bullshit is.. don’t know why, just have to”.

He starts in on the sides, and cuts the sod around the patch and weeds and ‘spritzes’ the entire patch. All the while, his eyes have a slight glimmer to them, and he has an extram amount of chest pain, that can be attributed to something more then his existing heart issues. After picking up the debris and his tools, awkwardly balancing his edger, he walks back up to the barn, puts the tools and bucket away, and picks up his laptop bag, progressively feeling more depressed. He walks to the corner of the barn, and sits down on the old metal chair, giving his sore paws a rest from the rigors of half a day of manual labour.

He pulls off the cover of his mixed pasta and unwraps an old breadstick, puts them off to the side, with a plastic fork laid next to them, ontop of a dirty wooden beam, seemingly oblivious of it’s filthiness. He then powers up the laptop, and immediately goes to face book - ignoring his food, of course. He refreshes the page, looking for updates from his recent ex-girfriend named Leap McMffle. More of the same shit about how she hd been fooled, and about how that dog had hurt her, abandoned her, and wanted to keep her stuff. Also, about her newfound kitty (who, expectedly, left, realizing he might have been the fastest rebound in the history of rebounds - 3 hours) who was ‘not responding fast enough’.

Alzer begins to chuckle a bit “Your problem dude…” he mentions to himself. But it’s a hollow and dark laugh, as he sits in his own despair. He brings up face book again, and posts about his unhappiness, but caring of whatever consequences. He then moves on to a popular art pose website and social network the he usually frequents, called An Affinity for Expression, only to torment himself by seeing another negatve post about the recent breakup. He pops back on face book, starting to much on his bread with a tear rolling down his cheek, soaking his fur. He sees someone has messaged him - a very large purple cat he befriended while in college named Genny Grinnell. Her profile picture has recently changed to her standing beside a skinny, very ‘emo’ looking fox, who also appeared to be twice her age. Curious, he thought.

“Hello” the post says

-To be continued.