The Conversation…

Cat, Relax, Chill Out, Camacho

“Now what?”

“Same old, same old,” she said.  “More stores going out of business, the catholic church ripping everyone off, some of the money going to pay the lawyers who defend the rapist priests, and to pay off families to shut up about what was done to their children.  A president who gets crazier by the minute, so nothing new.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Why are you so nasty?”

“I’m not?  I’m searching for information and reasons for your presence.”

“Because you’re a good sounding board, because we’re friends and because I love you.”


“Oh, come on.  Eventually, you’re going to have to admit that you’re not that unhappy to see me.”

“Did you bring sardines?”


“Then I’m not that unhappy to see you.”

“I don’t think life will ever be the way it was again.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes and no.”

“So, a conundrum.”

“I suppose.  It would be nice if we could just keep the good things.”

“Good for which people?”

“Things that are on the side of freedom, choice and equality.”

“When did you ever have those things?”

She stared at him.  “Good point.”

“I know,” said the cat.  “You can’t go back to something that didn’t exist in the first place.”

“That’s true.”

“The sardines are good.”

“I brought some for Jinx.”

“He’ll be happy.”

“I know.  He’s very nice.”

“Yes, he is.  Unlike me,” he said, cleaning his paws.

“Unlike you,” she agreed.


She snickered.  “You said it, not me.”

“Whatever,” he said, rolling onto his side.

“It’s hot outside, but I feel like fall is already on it’s way.”

“Something is always on it’s way.  You’re old enough to know that.”

“Then snow.”

“Then spring, so what’s the big deal?  Everything just keeps going in a circle.  Nothing goes in a straight line.  The planet is round, so even that goes in a circle, even ovals are circles, just stretched out.”

“What about squares?”

“They long to be circles.”

“Okay,” she laughed.

“How’s the virus?”

“Out of control.”

“Like I said, extinction for your kind is only an unmasked person away.”

“That’s true.  It doesn’t always take a comet or asteroid, or anything big falling out of the sky.”

“No, sometimes the killer is invisible and people are stupid.”

“Has anyone told you that you have a way with words?” she asked.

“You have.”

She snickered.  “That’s true.  I have.”

“Why are you all in such a hurry to get to the end?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when you’re young, you can’t wait to get older so you can do this or that, and you keep racing for what you want next until you screech to a halt when you find out that you’re old and the end is in sight.  So what’s the rush?”

“We only have a short time here and we want to fit everything in.  I told you that before.”

“It’s impossible to fit everything in.”

“The things we want to fit in.”

“You meant the things you think you want to fit in.”

“Yes, those things.”

“Because most of you are always complaining.  You hate your jobs, you’re divorced, your kids drive you crazy, you never get a break and…”

“I get it.”

“I thought you would,” he said.  “Did any of you ever trying doing things differently?”

“That’s hard to say, because doing things differently, often turns out to be doing them the same way.”

He nodded.  “I’ve noticed.  Take your government for example.  You guys never learn anything.  IT’S NOT WORKING! but that doesn’t even slow you down.  You just keep doing the same stupid things over and over again.  The definition of insanity.  Fitting for sure.”

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

“All the kittens are big now.”

“Of course they are.”

“The tuxedo kitten is so beautiful.”

“They’re all beautiful.  They’re cats.  Cats are beautiful.”

“That’s true,” she said, running her hand down his side.

“Everything I say is true.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” he said.  “Why wouldn’t you?”

She rubbed his ears and his face.  He started purring.

“Will I see you tonight?”

“Probably,” he said.  “Jinx are going to stop by.”

She bent over and kissed him.  “You just let me pet and kiss you, you know.”

“Don’t push your luck,” he purred. “Will you bring me a gerbil?”


“Fine,” he said.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, kissing him one last time.

“Whatever,” he said, already starting to doze.



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8 Responses to The Conversation…

  1. bwcarey says:

    can someone show me how to open a can, i can’t get my claws around the tin opener, she sighed, co-operation dear, he replied, we all need parents, no matter….dah….

  2. Resa says:

    Everyone needs at least one cat to talk to!

    • I think that’s the absolute truth. You’re lucky. You have two, although I’m not sure how much help Johnny will be, when he’s in the closet.

      • Resa says:

        We have our 10 minutes of cradling and secrets when I wake up.
        Other than that, I suppose could slip notes under the closet door. Of course he can’t read, but I suppose Jeep can read them to him.

      • Hahahaha She wouldn’t mind. Well, maybe she would. I don’t think she thought that when she had him it would be a lifetime job. Hahahah. At least you get cuddles and hugs.

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