Eshtelle cocked her head, listening. As Weelbur held out a peace offering to Libby in his stubby fingers – so reminiscent of carrots sticking out of a slab of suet – she tuned out his whiny, combovered voice, and strained her ears for the soft tread of feet along the corridor. Griff had come highly recommended. He’d earned a reputation as a hitman who was cheap, never failed, and never left any traces leading back to his employers. The night she’d bought by asking Weelbur to wait till the next day before visiting her had been well spent. She made a mental note to send Arther Zerro an additional $10000 for giving her the contact information. And – why not? – after taking out Weelbur, she’d see if an affordable additional fee would persuade Griff to get rid of Mary Worth as well.
If that happened, she’d pay Arther $15000. It would be more than worth it, she thought with a grin.
Estelle has been making a practice of adopting people's broken pets. Libby from Mary, Pierre from Wilbur. Now she's continuing by taking in the broken Wilbur himself. Maybe she'll have an extra leash for him too.
Apparently Wilbur has decided to eschew celebrating Christmas in favor of celebrating National Monkey Day (December 14). On National Monkey Day, knuckleheads give catnip teddy bears to their feline friends. And, yes, this makes no sense, but the rather instant forgiveness of Estelle and Libby for Wilbur doesn't either. Hairs on the back of my neck are already prickling in anticipation of the sight of Pierre and Libby curled up next to each other on the hearth in front of Estelle's fireplace, their pet-sized stockings arrayed cunningly above them, with the caption, "all's right with the world. Happy Holidays from the Worthiverse!"
Wilbur: "Yeah, I'm back, baby. You know you couldn't live without me. And everything will be fine as long as your @#$%^! cat keeps her &^%$! trap shut. Now, what's for dinner? I gotta poop first."
to forgive is feline... brilliance, Wanders, sheer brilliance...
Does Wilbur ever consider bringing Estelle something to eat other than ribs? I know he's probably banned from that new Thai place on Main St but he could probably get take-out pizza from that place KitKat mentioned awhile ago... Boris' Pizza.. or was it Declan's Pizza?
Just imagine the amount of gratitude these two will have to give Mary! Pity the gratitude is still stuck on a container ship from Shanghai, so Moy will have to keep going until the damned stuff arrives, is unloaded, and trucked to Charterstone.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
You’re batting 1.000 with today’s post and secret message, Wanders.
ReplyDeleteGee, why does Estelle have a framed photo of a demented owl on that table? Oh, wait, it’s Libby!
Did Pierre run away, or is he hiding from Wilbur?
Eshtelle cocked her head, listening. As Weelbur held out a peace offering to Libby in his stubby fingers – so reminiscent of carrots sticking out of a slab of suet – she tuned out his whiny, combovered voice, and strained her ears for the soft tread of feet along the corridor. Griff had come highly recommended. He’d earned a reputation as a hitman who was cheap, never failed, and never left any traces leading back to his employers. The night she’d bought by asking Weelbur to wait till the next day before visiting her had been well spent. She made a mental note to send Arther Zerro an additional $10000 for giving her the contact information. And – why not? – after taking out Weelbur, she’d see if an affordable additional fee would persuade Griff to get rid of Mary Worth as well.
ReplyDeleteIf that happened, she’d pay Arther $15000. It would be more than worth it, she thought with a grin.
Estelle has been making a practice of adopting people's broken pets. Libby from Mary, Pierre from Wilbur. Now she's continuing by taking in the broken Wilbur himself. Maybe she'll have an extra leash for him too.
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ReplyDeleteIf Wilbur got any more syrupy, you could pour him on pancakes.
What a phony creep.
-- Scottie McW.
Apparently Wilbur has decided to eschew celebrating Christmas in favor of celebrating National Monkey Day (December 14). On National Monkey Day, knuckleheads give catnip teddy bears to their feline friends. And, yes, this makes no sense, but the rather instant forgiveness of Estelle and Libby for Wilbur doesn't either. Hairs on the back of my neck are already prickling in anticipation of the sight of Pierre and Libby curled up next to each other on the hearth in front of Estelle's fireplace, their pet-sized stockings arrayed cunningly above them, with the caption, "all's right with the world. Happy Holidays from the Worthiverse!"
ReplyDeleteWilbur: "Yeah, I'm back, baby. You know you couldn't live without me. And everything will be fine as long as your @#$%^! cat keeps her &^%$! trap shut. Now, what's for dinner? I gotta poop first."
ReplyDeleteto forgive is feline... brilliance, Wanders, sheer brilliance...
ReplyDeleteDoes Wilbur ever consider bringing Estelle something to eat other than ribs? I know he's probably banned from that new Thai place on Main St but he could probably get take-out pizza from that place KitKat mentioned awhile ago... Boris' Pizza.. or was it Declan's Pizza?
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Just imagine the amount of gratitude these two will have to give Mary! Pity the gratitude is still stuck on a container ship from Shanghai, so Moy will have to keep going until the damned stuff arrives, is unloaded, and trucked to Charterstone.
ReplyDelete“Ah, the old familiar! And there’s his old witch too!”
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ReplyDeleteEstelle will do anything for a mess o’ ribs.
What is going with these two? Back and forth, back and forth...
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ReplyDeleteRibs are good.
-- Scottie McW.