Page 59 of Reinventing Cato
“Yep. I looked for spyware but there’s nothing obvious.” He gave a short laugh. “Well, it wouldn’t be good spyware if it was, would it?”
“Are you still feeling anxious?”
“Not as much as I was, but the worry’s still there.”
“Hopefully, what we’re going to do will take your mind off everything, including the sexual habits of penguins and urine-drinking giraffes.”
Cato smiled. “We could have just stayed at your place and gone to bed. That would have worked. I lose brain cells when I come.”
Vigge chuckled.
“Actually, that’s not true,” Cato said. “People who have sex often actually grow brain cells. Though I don’t think that can apply to animals. The brown antechinus mates with as many females as possible for up to 14 hours at a time, but the effort crashes his immune system and he dies. So not a bright creature.”
“Oh God.”
“Don’t worry. I can only keep going for ten hours.”
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“The circus?” Cato stared at the tent. “Why is there hardly anyone around? Oh.” He turned to Vigge. “We’re not going to watch, are we?”
“I knew you were smart.”
“Knife throwing?”
“No.”
“Lion taming?”
Vigge laughed. “No longer allowed, though I’m sure you’d be great at it.”
“Oh yeah. My usual MO, talk to them nicely and give them a smack if they don’t do as they’re told.”
“There you are then. An expert in everything.”
“Fire breathing? I always wanted to be a dragon.”
“No. Maybe you’re not so smart.”
Cato elbowed him as they walked toward the tent. “I’m insanely smart.”
“Do you really have no idea what we’re going to be doing?” Vigge asked.
“Clown school?”
There was a woman with a clipboard at the entrance. Not dressed as a clown, but in tight leggings and a thick fleece.
“Hi.” She smiled at them. “Vigge and Cato?”
“That’s us,” Vigge said.
Cato like hearing their names together like that.
She looked at what they were wearing. “Did you bring the right gear?”
Vigge pulled round the backpack he was carrying. “Yes.”
“In you go. Have a great time.”
