cat named pig

There is a sign taped to the wall on the stairs down to our basement. It is a simple sign, handmade with blue marker on white construction paper. It reads:

“NO LETTING ELLIOT”

(There is also what looks like a giant “A” at the top of the page; no one is sure why.)

While the message seems to be incomplete, it is certainly emphatic. Had the paper been bigger, or the sign-maker’s writing smaller, the sign would have said something along the lines of “NO LETTING ELLIOT DOWNSTAIRS.” But the sign-maker was slightly taken aback at how many letters went into the word “letting;” there was barely room for “Elliot” after that.

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P.S. The poor (and unwelcome in the basement) baby is still sick but getting better quickly. I am now competing with him in a Most Prescriptions To Keep Track Of Contest. I went to the doctor today and came home with several medications of my own, one of which comes with “a 10% chance” of making me break out in hives, because I am allergic to penicillin. Neat. I won’t be trying that one until after tomorrow night’s happy hour. No one wants to sit across the table from Hive Face.