What I Left BehindJ. Williams
[this is satire]
by Rocky the Diabolical Cat™
"I can't believe I'm actually moving to Canada!" I exclaimed as Diana the beautiful philosopher and I sped up the highway in her black-on-black Chevrolet Corvair with a trailer attached to the back. "And despite all of the pictures you sent me, I never realized how much you look like the young Barbara Stanwyck.
You're the Barbara Stanwyck of the tundra, dearest," I said, holding her hand in my paw and kissing it.
"And you, Rocky, you are so divine, I will have to beat all of the other Canadian ladies off with a hockey stick just to keep you all to myself," she cooed, and rubbed my furry chin with her index finger.
"How far are we from freedom, er, I mean, Canada?" I asked.
"Oh, not far. We're almost to Detroit, my divine pet," she answered. "Thank goodness I got the convertible top on this car replaced - it is so cold out today!"
"And snowy!" I added. "By the way, do you think I'll have trouble getting a job in Canada?"
"A job? Rocky, your only 'job' will be as my personal love slave," she replied.
My cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Rocky! It's me, J! I'm coming with you! I'm in the trailer! Right behind you in the trailer! I wanted to wait a while before I called, just to surprise you! Cool, huh?" he blurted in his usual idiotic fashion.
I hung up, and turned the ringer off. "Darling," I asked Diana, "could you please pull over on the shoulder for a sec?"
After we came to a stop I got out and unhooked the trailer from the car.
I got back in the car and we sped away.
"Why did you do that?" Diana inquired.
"Oh, let's just say I don't want old baggage to ruin my new life," I said with a wink.