“It’s dreary,” she sighed, plopping down on the stair.
“Well, I told you that summer wouldn’t last forever,” said the cat.
“I know, but I don’t have to like it.”
“No, you don’t have to like it, but it would make you happier if you just faced the FACT that this happens every single year. The only way to always have sun is to move around the earth and follow it.”
“I’d want my own plane.”
“Of course you would.”
“And I’d want to be in Paris,” she said.
“Where they don’t have much more sun than we do.”
“But I love it there.”
“You know,” he said, eating the treats she put down in front of him. “Some people are happy with whatever they have. They don’t think about the sun and whether or not it’s warm outside. They’re busy trying to survive, or they just accept the way things are.”
“I don’t know how to do that. If I did, I wouldn’t have spent my life fighting windmills, called THE GOVERNMENT, or the PEOPLE WHO TORTURE ANIMALS, or…”
“I get it. Calm down.”
“I AM CALM!”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I’ve been watching a baking show to destress.”
“How’s that working for you, since you don’t bake?”
“I just fast forward to the parts where the judges look at what the bakers made. It’s British, so I never even heard of the things they’re making. And it’s not actually helping, since the people on the show are massively stressed, crying, and trying to out bake the clock. So, I think I need to find something else to take my mind off of the world before I go to sleep.”
“You should watch a program of cats sleeping. No stress there,” he said, eating the last of the sardines.
“I could look at the cats in my apartment and on the porch, if I want to see cats sleeping.”
“Then do that.”
“I just finished a book on Basquiat and that was stressful too. Massive drug addict, awful life.”
“Read about cats sleeping.”
“They asked women what they would do if men were not in the world and they ALL said the first thing they would do was, GO OUT AT NIGHT. They,d sleep under the stars, wear anything they wanted to wear and go out at night. Everyone said they would go out alone at NIGHT and not have to be AFRAID. Women are held prisoners by men who make them so terrified, they can’t leave their homes. I hate that so much.”
“That’s not going to change, since men run everything. As long as they make the laws, they won’t make any that stop them from doing what they want to do.”
“See. Everything is making me want to lay down.”
“You’re just sun deprived.”
“But it has only been dark for a couple of days.”
“That’s what SAD is.”
“I’m going to take a nap,” she said, curling up on the stairs.
“You shouldn’t sleep on the stairs. I’ve told you not to do that.”
“What are we going to do with her until next summer,” asked Jinx, looking at her.
“No idea,” said the cat.
“She didn’t even talk about the virus, its long term problems, trump, or any of the usual things that push her over the edge. She’s just sun deprived.”
“Seems like it.”
“She shouldn’t be sleeping on the stairs,” said Jinx.
“She knows that.”
“I ate a spider.”
“Was it good?” asked the cat.
“Did you spit it out?”
“Didn’t know I was eating it until it was too late.”
“Hate when that happens.”
Jinx nodded and curled up next to the sleeping woman. “I’ll just watch over her until she wakes up.”
“What are we going to do with her all winter long?”
“One day at a time, I guess.”
“Humans are just so…”
“I know,” said Jinx. “They really are.”