Fiction

^{Poker game in the cabin last night
Painting on wood by Terran Ambrosone}

When I got home last night the cats were playing poker. Totally flabbergasted by the scene, I said: "Hey, what's going on here ?". Bacchus who was back to me, replied without even turning around, "we're betting on you". I said:"What for ?". Betty said:"On whether we're keeping you or not. We figured that since you're not here too often now that you have your 'office' downtown, we might as well throw you out".
"Wow', I replied, "I must say I'm kinda surprised at this attitude, though I understand. I feel guilty a bit leaving you alone all day long, but I never thought you would go as far as organising a coup to get rid of me!". "Who's gonna feed you anyway and you're not even paying a rent here, you guys". To that latest statement of mine, Mona replied:"Neither do you, and since we could be a majority depending on the result of this game, you might as well start packing." "You! Mona, of all of them, I am quite surprise to hear this tone of voice." "Well, she replied, as for the feeding, don't worry, we'll manage".
"What happened to all of you", I asked in shock. "Where did you get all this negative attitude all of a sudden, after more than a decade together?".
"It's a joke!", said Hugo, "we're just killing time here. I hope you're not too hype. Just calm down and have a seat, man... and Happy New Year to you as well!"