Art and the philosophy of life

Morning Star…7

“Cat liked you a lot.”

“I noticed that,” laughed Lucifer, brushing cat hair off of his jacket.

“You need to use tape, wrapped around your hand, or one of those rollers with tape on it, if you’re serious about defurring yourself.”

“I just might have to get one of those,” he laughed.

“It’s a good thing you’re a vegetarian, or you would have been hungry after dinner.”

“The food was delicious.  I love veggie burgers and the salad was wonderful.  Your parents are…”


“I was going to say, warm, welcoming and very nice.”

“My mom really liked the flowers.”

“Well, it’s been a very long time since I’ve been invited to dinner by humans.  I wanted to make a good impression.”

“You did but I’m sorry my mom asked so many questions.”

“Quite all right.  It’s good to be curious.”

“I think Morning Star is a fabulous name.”

“Thank you.  So do I.”

“What’s your mom’s name?”


“Oh, that’s beautiful. How about your dad?”

“He never told me his name but my mom calls him Joe.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell you his name?”

“He has a gigantic ego and he likes to keep secrets.”

“Do you see him a lot?”

“Oh absolutely not.  I don’t want to see him at all.”

“Well, you can hang out at our house if you like.”

“You are very kind.”

“Any sibs?”

“Many siblings, I’m afraid.”

“Why are you afraid?”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

“I know what that means but if you think about it, how can speech have a figure?  No matter how you look at that saying, it doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re right.  I never thought of it that way before,” said Lucifer, rubbing his chin.

“I’m an only child and a lot of people think only children are lonely and spoiled but we aren’t either of those things.  I mean maybe one or two only’s are but the rest of us love being only’s.  My mom thought she was pregnant once and I wanted to hide under my bed.  All my friends, who have sibs, tell the most awful stories and I believe them because I know their sibs, so I know they aren’t making things up.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Definitely,” said Zip, biting her lip.  “I don’t think I’ll ever want to have kids.”

“Why not?”

“They cost a fortune, they rarely say thank you, they hardly ever do what you ask them to do, they blame you for everything that ever happens to them, they get sick, they go out with boys, or girls, you think are bad for them, and a million other reasons.”

“That’s quite a list.”

“That’s all the mothers of my friends ever talk about.  That and the fact that their husbands rarely do anything.  They emphasize the ‘anything’ part.”

“Those mothers seem unhappy.”

“Not really, I think they just like to get things off their chests.  Anyway, the world’s not a nice place, so why put kids through that, right?  I don’t want my kids in a war, I don’t want them running out of food and water, or living with violence all around them.  Plus, 1984 is alive and well and Big Brother is TOTALLY real.”

“I see your point.”

“Are there kids in my future?”

“You know I won’t tell you.”

“Want me to tell you about your life in the future?”

“Most certainly,” said Lucifer, leaning toward her.

“I think eventually humans will understand that what they thought was good and right wasn’t and what they were led to believe was bad, was actually good.  When that happens you can help people heal and you can show everyone how to live in peace and harmony.”

“You paint a beautiful picture, Zip.”

“That’s how it’s going to be.”

“I’m raising your salary to ten dollars an hour.”



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