In which Violet Greer talks to animals.
This is Gizmo. He can be seen all over town walking with his elderly owner, Lloyd. They seem very happy together and I wasn’t consulted by Lloyd, but by Gizmo.
“I have a scarf! See it? I love it, I love it.”
Yes, your scarf is very nice I said and tried to walk past them.
“It looks like the fall, doesn’t it?”
I stopped and turned toward Gizmo. “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t say anything, Violet.” Lloyd said.
“No, of course not. I was talking to Gizmo,” I said.
“Now don’t start that again,” Lloyd said. “Gizmo doesn’t need you mucking around in his head.” Lloyd started to walk away but Gizmo refused to follow.
“I don’t muck around,” I said. And crossed my arms. And narrowed my eyes. “I listen to what they’re saying and then tell the families what the pet needs.”
“Uh huh. What’s Gizmo saying, then?”
“Um, he wants me to look at his scarf,” I said.
“How can you not look at the scarf, it’s bigger than he is. I don’t know why he wants to wear it all the time.”
“You didn’t put it on him?”
“Of course I did!” Lloyd gestured at Gizmo. “Does he look like he can tie a knot? But he runs to the closet where I keep it and won’t go out without it.”
“Hey, hey, talk to me! I want to tell you something,” Gizmo said.
I turned to Gizmo.
“I have a scarf! It’s awesome!” Gizmo hopped on his front legs.
Lloyd looked at me. “What does he want?”
“I don’t want to muck around in his head, but you might want to get him some more scarves.”
“Bah!” Lloyd stomped off, but Gizmo sat and planted his paws firmly on the sidewalk.
“Tell him! Tell him! More scarves!”
“I really think he wants more scarves, Lloyd.”
Lloyd looked down at Gizmo. Gizmo lolled his tongue and wiggled his stumpy tail.
Lloyd glanced at the sky the way Clyde always does. “Okay, lets go look in the closet for more scarves.”
I watched them walk away, Lloyd shaking his head, Gizmo hopping and looking up at his person with adoration.