Ticks and Tocks…

 

Jamison looked at the golden pocket watch in his hand, closed the cover, and tucked it back into his vest, patting the spot twice before buttoning his black suit jacket closed.

“Is everything fine, sir?” The porter asked from the station platform.

“Hmm.” Jamison looked up into the bright portly face of a man in his mid-forties who’s glasses did little to hide his face. “Oh, yes. Quite so.” Jamison curled the edge of his mustache up.

“It’s just that, if you begging my pardon for saying so, sir,” the porter looked as if he was trying to choke down an entire side of pork, which invariably he had done in days recent.

“Out with it, man, you haven’t got all day.”

Cat’s Rule…

“It doesn’t seem fair,”Melvin said.

“Why do you say that?” Fluffy seemed less interested in the actual answer and more interested grooming her own fur.

“Well, they get to go on all the walks they want. Without a leash.” Melvin lowered his snout to the floor and breathed out heavily, blowing the dust bunny across the room.

Fluffy yawned widely. “You do realize, I never go outside on a leash.” Fluffy seemed satisfied with the dumbfounded look on the dog’s face as she saw Melvin contemplate this information as if it was the first time in the last four years she had ever said this to him.