Paul Drake is used to being in a band As a solo artist, he’s alternately needy and aloof. He has a new hobby that we call “knocking shit off” various surfaces. Della Street thought she was a big cat and PD thinks he’s small; hence the inadvertent minor damage.
Here he is after knocking some water bottles off the tower of terror:
Our cat Argie used to knock everything off the counters, so much so that I dubbed him H. R. Fuckwithstuff. Continuing love sent to the three of you as you cope with your loss.
Thanks, Mary.