his name is "jim"

Picture courtesy of the woman who takes care of me.

I didn't know the name of the man and woman who take care of me. I just realized that "Baby" isn't the man's name, even though that silly woman keeps calling him that. She has this small, flat, pink thing that she carries around with her. It started making this noise (just when I was nodding off, too), so she opened it and talked into it, saying, "Hey baby, whassup?" The man just sat at his desk, staring at the screen. I barked at her, "Why is he ignoring you? Hey, come back here, I was talking to you!" But she ignored me and walked to the other side of the room, talking to the air.

I followed her, asking, "What are you doing? Who are you talking to? What's that man's name, and why did he ignore you when you called him? I distinctly heard you say 'Baby' and, hey - are you ignoring me?"

She stopped to pet me, so I gave her a little love bite on her thumb. She kinda freaked out, and then she yelled, "JIM! Wonton is getting bite-y again. Could you please deal with him, I'm on the phone."

Aha! His name is "Jim".

Then "Jim" scooped me up and put me in my pen. Of course I had a million questions. "Dude, your name is Jim? Why does she call you 'Baby'? Did she just call someone else 'Baby'? Is that why you ignored her? So how many other people does she call 'Baby' besides you? Do I have to go in my pen? Can't I just sit with you under your chair? That's my spot! Okay, I'll go in the pen. But can I have a treat, maybe a turkey gobbles or those liver things?"

The woman made a face and started gesturing to Jim. So he picked me up and took me outside on the patio and hung out with me. He didn't answer any of my questions, but it was nice being out on the patio, watching all those loud things flying overhead and feeling the wind in my hair.

I wonder what the woman's name is?