148. WTH, ANNABELLE?

I was cleaning the litter box in the bathroom when I heard Thatch call, Annabelle! Annabelle! Have you seen my T-shirt?

IDK!  Annabelle yelled back at him.

IDK? Thatch asked. What does that mean?

It means I don’t know!

If I can’t find my T-shirt, we can’t go to the rally.

LOL! Annabelle responded. It means you cannot go. I can still go with Pebble and Oyster. I think Daddy’s coming, too.

Annabelle, I called. What’s going on?

BRT, Daddy, she called back.

BRT? I thought. What the fat hell does BRT mean?

Annabelle ambled into the bathroom. She wore her T-shirt and cap that said “Cats Against Trump.”

Hello, Missy! I said to her. You look ready for the rally.

I am.

What’s bothering Thatch? I pushed the litter box back into its corner and stood up.

IMO, he can’t find his T-shirt. Didn’t you wash it?

IMO? What does the mean, Missy?

It means In My Opinion. 

I hate this.

What do you hate?

This abbreviation nonsense. What happened to the English language and sensible speech?

IDK, Daddy. She laughed, JK!

What?

JK? Just kidding.

Where’s my T-shirt? Thatch ran into the bathroom. He wore his cap. Stella, in her T-shirt and cap, followed him.

Didn’t you wash it? Annabelle asked.

I did, I replied, but where did I put it?

IDK, Annabelle answered. 

I opened my mouth to say something, decided it was useless, and thought, where did I put Thatch’s “Cats Against Trump” T-shirt? I washed the damned thing. I washed all three T-shirts yesterday with mine. Where did I put it? 

I wandered into the kitchen and looked about. I had done the laundry yesterday. I brought up everything in two of my heavy tote bags. I emptied one, gave Stella and Annabelle their T-shirts, put everything away . . . but I didn’t empty the second bag!

Come on, Thatch! I called. I know where it is.

I walked to the bed. The blue bag was hanging off the bed post. I had hung it there when our soap opera began and then forgot about it. I searched through the contents and pulled out Thatch’s T-shirt. He ran up and I helped him get into it.

There, Thatch! FTFY!

What did you say, Annabelle? FT what?

FTFY – Fixed That For You!

I’m taking her cell phone away, I thought.

My BFFs! Annabelle shouted as she ran to the window. Her pigeon friends, Pebble and Oyster, had flown onto the fire escape and settled on the windowsill. Come on in, she told them, and they waddled inside the apartment.

Are we all ready for the rally? she asked us.

As soon as the car service arrives. They should be here any minute. Let me get my walker.

We don’t want to be late, Daddy, Thatch told me.

FYI, Annabelle stated, I think you need to complain about the service, Daddy.

Well, Annabelle, for what it’s worth . . .

FWIW! Annabelle stated as my phone rang. I answered it.

Hello? Are you my driver? Okay, we’ll be right down. It will take around five minutes. I have to get this walker down to the first floor. Thanks.

I closed my cell phone and dropped it into my pocket. I looked around. Thatch, Stella, and Annabelle wore their caps and T-shirts. Oyster and Pebble were perched on the piano.

Everybody ready? Annabelle called. ICYMI, everybody, this is a very important rally. No Trump presidency!

I stopped halfway out the door. ICYMI, Annabelle?

In Case You Missed It, Daddy!

Come on, kids! I called as three cats and two pigeons flew past me.

As I locked the door, I thought, WTF?

©2024, Larry Moore