They're saying it again - hurricane. Last year we went to Queens to wait out the hurricane whatever that is. The next morning, we went on a walk and some of the trees were on the sidewalk instead of up in the air. This year, they are more worried. They stayed at our real house, waiting for the power to go out. It didn't. They were also waiting for a tree to fall. It did. They were happy that it landed in the front yard instead of on somebody's house. Otherwise, male slave was unhappy with the stack of green pieces of paper that he had to give to the people who came and took the tree away. Female slave was home all week because her library didn't have something called electricity. The slaves are not at all happy. I try to do cute things to make them feel better.
My male slave keeps talking about something called "Retirement." Now it seems like he really did it, whatever it is. Female slave tells me that we will no longer go to the train station every morning at 7:20, and I don't like that one bit. Nor will we go back at 6 in the evening. Worst of all, male slave will be in the house all day, playing with that glass and metal thing he loves so much. Furthermore, they say he will volunteer at a shelter run by the guys at Rescue Ink. When he came back from his first visit, he brought the smells of 12 dogs and 15 cats. I don't like it.
My slaves spent all morning talking about something called "Eensquay," and I think that might be some kind of secret code for slaves. Just like "Aintray" and "Istersays." Anyway, they finally took me in the car and told me they are going to Queens. That got the tail wagging for sure. As soon as the car left the parkway, I knew I was back to my favorite borough of New York City. When people there see me they always say something dopy like "Aaawww, isn't he precious?" They don't know that I have super powers. Precious indeed. Anyway, it was a nice day so we spent lots of time in the yard in front of Young Slave's apartment. Then back to everyday life.