Milton’s Dinner Bucket

A break from the outside world. Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex, Larry Niven 1969. The sex life of Superman. NSFW? Depends where you work.

Update. A reader (waves hi!) reports an getting an error message from this link. Turns out some systems don’t accept the link directly to the story. My phone does; my desktop does not. I guess I never went back to test the link after drafting the post. Apologies, I will be more vigilant in future. Anyway. To get to the story – it really is worth it – start at the authors main site, larryniven.net > Writing > Bibliography & Search OR Short Stories By Collection > All the Myriad Ways, MoS, WoK > Notes, Read it here! Also, a link at the bottom of the error message will take you to the main site. Which I cannot double check because now the link works on my desktop. Go figure.

Later. My IT department says that my system was able to recognize that I had been to the site. Fascinating.

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Milton was feeling left out of the dinner arrangements.

So he pooped in his feed bucket. [The Chamber Pot]

While it was being cleaned, we used a hay bucket, as we had with Rodney. [Rodney’s New Dinner Bucket]

Upside. Gonna stay with that. Less spillage. Less to clean up. Less dirt to get vacuumed up with the leftovers. The less dirt in Milton’s delicate insides the better.

Downside. A hay(muck) bucket wobbles more than a flat feed pan. So I hung it in a corner. The same corner where his hay goes. The first few times, he couldn’t find his dinner. Over here! I eat over here! He worked it out eventually.

Onwards!
Katherine