Chapter 2

Okay, he thought; this cat; he had to call it something until his owner recovered, presuming he would recover. Leo assumed the man had the plague, as it was commonly called, because Ukugula Nokuhlanza20was too much of a mouthful, ha-ha, so much throwing up, anyhow. Ugh. How had he gotten off on that? Oh yeah, the cat. The cat might be a plague, except, hey wait! The damn thing was climbing up his jeans into his lap. Aww, that was sweet; no, it wasn’t, the cat was licking his almost empty dinner tray. I guess cats love it too, he thought. “Have at it, puss,” he said, stroking the cat’s gray fur. “I have to call you something. Little gray pussy just doesn’t…wait a minute…”