1 : Truckers are Insane

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One night, while Alan was in his parked truck using his laptop to chat online. Bubba started talking. The odd thing was that Bubba was a cat. Bubba and LeRoy were house cats that rode in a semi with Alan. Alan was a truck driver.

“Hey...Fat boy...gimme a beer”, however, was a little out of the ordinary. Bubba WAS very vocal..but normally didn’t speak English. In fact it was quite unusual. Alan looked a little cross eyed at Bubba…

Alan had had a rough day…and was drinking a few brews before going to bed.” What did you say?”

“You heard me”..snapped the big black TomCat. “Me an LeRoy want a beer...hop to it.”

LeRoy...a somewhat smaller Siamese TomCat nodded his head in agreement.

“Oh”. Alan thought about that for a minute. That sounded reasonable. The two cats were with him, in the truck, every minute of the day. If Alan was having a hard day it seemed logical that his boys were also.

“We’re tired of having to dump the dregs out of your beer cans after you pass out just so’s we can have a little nip” said Bubba.

LeRoy nodded his head in agreement…

“Um”. Alan thought about that for a minute. It certainly sounded legitimate. He knew that he would purely hate to dig through empty beer cans to drain a bit to drink. So that was what happened to that last pint. He didn’t recall having drank much of it..but it was empty in the morning..and...

“So give us one….now. Pour it in a bowl. Mind the head...I hate froth on my whiskers” Bubba...interrupted his train of thought….licking a paw in anticipation.

LeRoy nodded his head in agreement.

Alan just kinda sat there for a minute...sipping on his second (or was it his third) pint of SteeleReserve. He was a little taken aback. Numb really.

Bubba hissed.

“uh...well yeah. Sorry”....mumbled Alan. He got up and cleaned their food bowls out and then poured some of his beer in each one. They thanked him and lapped it up. Alan just sit there and watched them...bemused. He didn’t know if beer was good for cats or not. Too late now. Guess if not he’d find out.

It was a long night and the computer was left on all night. Lucky he didn’t have a load the next day. He, and the boys, drank all the beer he had in the truck. Not much really since he only bought what he planned on drinking that night. He’d bought more than his usual pint because the damn convenience store didn’t sell singles. Only six packs.

Awwww.

That set a precedent. From then on, at the end of the day...the boys and him had a few brews. Him and them would sip the suds and surf the net. Oddly enough they seemed to be paying more attention to his laptop computer than they used to. They’d sit on the arms of his seat and watch. For all the world like they knew what was going on.

It got to be a routine. He’d set there in the driver seat with his laptop on the steering wheel. His beer was in the cup holder and the cats’ beer was in a water bowl in the floor. He’d take a sip now and then and the cats would hop down and drink then jump back up beside him. Come toward late at night the cats weren't all that coordinated. The cats fell down a lot actually. He didn’t fall down cause he never stood up. He just sat there in his seat.

They usually spent an hour or so every night Steemit.com He was learning a lot of stuff about crypto and the blockchain. He’d found it one day during a long surfing session. He’d like what he saw and bookmarked it. He seemed .to be spending more and more time in it lately.

When he wasn’t driving actually. He tended to leave the computer on after he went to sleep so in a manner of speaking he slept in Steemit.

The boys seemed to get something out of the experience as well...and so it went. The cat’s vocabulary improved as the days went by.

He did notice that the cat voices were in his head...he couldn’t HEAR them out loud. It was all in his mind. He was probably just going (more) insane.

No big deal.

Sanity was over rated. Truckers just about had to be insane. It was pretty much required to do the job. If they weren’t insane to begin with the job made them that way.

No big deal.

................To Be Continued.............
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