a tragic shortage of quarters
Trotting up and down stairs from the laundry room because I swore I would have clean clothes for the New Year and it was the last day to make that happen. [I blame a tragic shortage of quarters for the laundry build up do not ask how many coat pockets in the closet I had to turn out to even accumulate a quarter convoy to do that laundry.]
I am coming up stairs and a little cat comes out of an apartment downstairs. He is a very cute cat, a dark gray and black tabby with soft shiny fur. I say, Hello Minew. [I say Minew because I cannot spell in French.] And he gets brave and comes over to say hello even though I am holding a huge scary hamper of laundry.
There is a guy in the apartment looking out and a woman coming up the stairs behind me and he is saying, Look it is Max, and she is saying, Hi Max!
I am wondering how they know my name I have never met them and also they sound way too friendly.
Then I get it. The cat’s name is Max.