Lana and Tiggums Vs. The World (one)

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Lana and Tiggums Vs. The World (one)

     Lana sat reclined on the old scratchy gray loveseat in her apartment. It was mid afternoon, about three, and she was transfixed on the dust being illuminated by the sunlight from the window behind her. It was a shimmering, solid ray, speckled, and flickering with dancing atoms being beamed in from behind like a projection. The television was on, The Peoples Court, or something like that, but she had long since blocked it out. She and Mr. Tiggums, alone together in her vapid apartment, had been stargazing at floating dander as it pranced through the light for the better part of an hour. All the time her mind meandered around all of her life's current confusions. It was one of these such confusions to which her thoughts continually returned.
     “I don't know Tiggs, I feel like I'd be an ass if I texted him now. I mean it's been a little over two weeks, and I haven't heard shit from him. I know he just doesn't pay his phone bill sometimes, but, I don't know, he was weird the other night at that party. It was like he really didn't expect me to be there, but he was trying to hide it. And then it was like he was avoiding me, just making small talk when he had to. He almost seemed like he even felt guilty about it.”
     Mr. Tiggums was a small, black and brown tabby with big green eyes, and when Lana discussed her life with him she would meticulously trace the M on his forehead. It made him purr in a low, quiet way that let Lana believe he was deeply contemplating all of her life's troubles.
     “He's probably back with his ex, isn't he Tiggs? Fucker! I could have really fallen for that god damn, wasted, coffee-shop-intellectual, son of a bitch.”
     Mr. Tiggums stared on, humming a tune that said, “Yes Lana, you are right. Screw that loser, and y'know what? Screw his stupid ex-girlfriend too.”
     Lana just shook her head, and smiled.