"I guess he just forgot who I was in the time span of two minutes," Suyin theorized. "But then again, maybe he’s just being Buckley." He smiled at the cat, remembering another quote of Robert E. Lee's.
Sirlio caught her looking at the clock, and in turn, he did as well. Buckley pawed at him, politely asking for more chin scratches, and after a while of Sirlio ignoring him, he scratched Sirlio on the neck lightly. "Fine," Sirlio play-whined, and petted Buckley.
"Serves him right. He stole the stair room from me," Sirlio referenced, but kept petting Buckley anyhow. He then scratched his head. "What day is it?" Sirlio wondered aloud, looking at Calista questioningly.
"Wednesday? Seriously?" Sirlio thought out loud incredulously. We left to go out canoeing Friday, he thought. There was no telling how many weeks it had been—one or two, maybe three, but most likely one week. Two was a stretch.