Day 5 – Getting Settled

We found shelter. It isn’t much, but it should keep us dry. And mostly safe.

There are new wonderful and exotic smells here. I believe Cuppy and I may live in close proximity to culinary genius.(1)

We have a great feeling that things will go well this summer. We hope we’ll only have to stay in this hovel for a few weeks. After that, we’ve heard there are more humble abodes in a magical place called Grosse Pointe.

We aspire to have enough pennies saved to afford a cardboard shelter on the water next to these giant ships docked at port. Cuppy and I have discussed at length and we believe that these great ships are used for whaling. We came to this conclusion from the odd bits and pieces I have gleaned and overheard at local gambling saloons.(2)

I have heard many proprietors say that those that live in Grosse Pointe are quite blubberous and live off the bounty that lesser creatures of the ocean provide them. Like plankton filtered though baleen, the small and weak are sacrificed for the greater good of the plump, as they in turn become more plump, like the butter ball turkeys of yesteryear.

As I wedge a chair against the door to keep it jammed shut, Cuppy has taken to hiding in the corner of our small home when the sun has gone down. He fears for his safety. And his concerns are justified. My greatest fear is if I am unable to earn enough wages, I will have to put Cuppy down. I would rather he go quickly, than watch him suffer the indignity of slowly rotting away over the next 1,000 years.(3)

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(1) We arrived at this hypothesis from the constant screams of exuberance next door of  “GAWD DAMN IT Chef Boyardee! Again!?!?” This chef’s cooking must be divine to warrant such blasphemy.

(2) Cuppy’s kind are not allowed in this type of establishment. He therefore had to wait outside with the other cups. On many nights, I dream of the day this kind of segregation will end. (We are however, staunch supporters of the separation of Church and Steak.) A day when cup and man are seen as equals. Where we both can be accepted, simply, as children of this beautiful green earth. Styrofoamism is in fact, an ugly disease.

(3) Styrofoam is remarkably resilient, except against fire. So please grab the cigarette out of Cuppy’s mouth if you catch him smoking.

Cuppy “My <3 is a shadow of epic sadness.” (I apologize. Cuppy can be quite emo at times.)