Blood Lines

“Mwezi’s upstairs having a kitty snooze as usual, and Jeena and Banzai dipped just about an hour or so ago for their daily morning rock train.” She explained slowly with another tired sigh. I then began to sense a rather strange feeling in the ventricles of my heart that something very fishy happened to be going on somewhere around here, and it definitely wasn’t at all the equally musty smell of my pads being crammed rather tightly; walking from the clubhouse around town to here in my sandals all day either. “You sure that ‘just having a snooze’ is all she’s doing?” I asked, indignantly beginning to raise an eyebrow ridge.