android for her to fall in love with and marry. However, I
didn’t forget what she told me about the no sex part. I had to
have a long, serious talk with her about the birds and the bees.
It wasn’t normal for a young, attractive woman to want to find
‘Mr. Right’ and only hold his hand and tell him ‘I love you’. I
had to dig further into Sharon’s mind.
Mind you, I’m not an overly suspicious cat. I just wanted
to know what her underlying problem was. It’s part of my nature
as a feline to want to know. Cats are very intelligent and
inquisitive. Never mind our facade. We’ve gotten away with it
for eons. Dogs haven’t. That’s why many of them have served
humans for life; sometimes risking their lives, too.
“Jody, do you love me from the bottom of your heart?”
“Yes, Sharon, I love you!”
Sharon and I slowly backtracked our way home. As we walked
away from the tunnel, goose bumps engulfed my entire body.
Although I knew that the tunnel was a safety net for us, it was
also a creepy site. It would lead us to other dimensions. What
kind of dimensions, I certainly didn’t know.
As soon as Sharon and I were near Lionel Groulx Metro
Station hunger hit us like a ton of bricks.
It was then that we noticed that it was mid-afternoon and
sunny.
“Sharon, check your purse to see how much money and funds
we have. If we’re not rich, we should return to the path or even
go all the way to the palace. I’m not being a money-hungry cat!
I just want to be filthy rich!”
“Jody thanks for reminding me about that. We must find out
where we stand.”
Sharon rummaged through her shoulder bag, opened up her
purse, then found a load of cash, check-book, jewellery, and a
Westmount, Quebec home address. Well, it looked like we were
rich!
“Jody, we’re rich! Look inside my check book! We have three
million Canadian dollars in our checking account! Jody, I love
you!”
“Sharon, it really feels nice being rich again. Let’s go
out to eat. Look, let’s go to the Eaton Centre. I’ve always been
a big mall eater. Then, we can browse around and see if we can
buy something.”
Sharon and I grinned at each other then began our walk
towards the Eaton Centre.
We had to walk uphill on Atwater Street. It was easier for
me because I’m a cat. Humans, being bi-pedals, must strain more
