Love RekindledJim Williams
by Rocky the Diabolical Cat™
The next morning, I had breakfast at a sidewalk cafe. The Roman sun illumined the ancient street and cast eerie shadows on the buildings. I sipped an Americano on the rocks and soaked in my surroundings.
At the offices of Edizione Testa d'Uovo, my editor Bartolomeo Pistola and I quickly reached agreement on my book, Feline, All Too Feline - no memoir regarding Nietzsche, footnotes instead of endnotes, typos to be cleaned up, then off to the printers.
As noon approached, I walked over to the legendary Spanish Steps. As I climbed the steps I noticed a woman in front of me, a petite woman with curly black hair and what one might term a J. Lo derriere. I could not get out of my mind the thought that I knew the woman, so I closed the distance between us and tapped her on her thigh. She turned ... Diana!
"Rocky!" she cried. "I can't believe you're here! What's up?"
"I am in town to finish my new book," I said excitedly. "What brings you here?"
"I wanted to take a break from writing my book Logic, Language and Vagueness in Early Analytic Philosophy, so I decided to take a two-week Italian holiday. And by the way, I'm no longer Diana - I'm Dianne. An art thing, you know," she replied. "Would you like to go for a walk with me?"
"Certainly, dearest," I responded, and placed my furry paw in her non-furry hand, and off we went.
That evening she invited me to her hotel room, where we drank wine and made love. Night changed to day, and day followed night; the day that had followed night became night once again, and night, not to be denied, once again overtook day.
(Editor's note: Rocky's text breaks off at this point. NUVO has learned from its European sources that he was kidnapped on the street by a CIA team operating in Italy.)