The Conversation…

Cat, Relax, Chill Out, Camacho

“I have to admit,” said the cat.  “that when you guys screw up, you do it in a big way.”

“Right?” she said.

“That’s something you’re very are good at.  Screwing up.”

“But, we know how to build skyscrapers.”

“There is that,” he said.

“I love skyscrapers.”

“I know.”

“Really love them,” she said.

“They are finding that more and more police and soldiers were part of the right wing extremists and were in on the riot.”

“I wouldn’t want to live anywhere but Chicago.  I couldn’t live far away from skyscrapers.”

“Your government is tied up in red tap, except when it comes to the everyday American citizen.  If it’s not one of their own, they can act quickly.  Arrest people, shoot them, you know, same old same old.  It’s on a scale of status.”

“The view from the top, of a skyscraper is incredible.”

“Don’t you just look at the roofs of other buildings?”

“Sure, some of them, but there’s a lot more to see than that.  Sometimes you look out over the lake,”  she said.

“The guys responsible for the riot are still in the House.  Nothing is happening to them.”

“Have you ever been in a skyscraper?”

“I have not.  I can fly, so I don’t need to go higher than that and I don’t think one of my nine lives would count, if I fell off of one.”

“True,” she said, nodding at him.

“Your loser president is ordering people to give him a 21 gun salute send off.  A military band, and he actually said he wants a big crowd.  I didn’t know you could order a crowd, when you were a criminal, and have the American tax payers pay for it.  You’re not a criminal, but you should order all of that on your next birthday.”

“Maybe if I try and over throw the government, I’ll be able to have all of it,” she laughed.

“You might not be able to do it by yourself.”

“No?  You mean I can’t walk up to the door at the capitol and say that I’m taking over?”

“If you told them you were a republican, you might get away with it.”

“That way I could start telling lies from the start,” she snorted.

“You look tired.”

“Thanks.”

“This kind of thing can take a lot out of people.  I mean, everyone has to face the fact that some of the people in Congress are right-wing extremists, racists, sexists and all the other things you all fight agains and never win.  I mean they shoot you in the head with rubber bullets and lock you up, or kill you.  That doesn’t happen to them.  They don’t even have to step down from their jobs, after bringing an insurrection to the door and threatening to kill the vice president and speaker of the house, while destroying democracy.”

“How was breakfast.”

“Good.”

“Some of the policepeople were outstanding, you know.”

“All five of them, you mean?” he asked, sarcastically.

“There were a lot more than that and you know it.  They fought hard and were brave.”

“Why did they only shoot one terrorists?”

“You know what?” she asked.

“What?”

“I am tired.”

“You can’t hang out at your bookstores anymore.”

“I miss that so much.”

“I know,” he said.  “Want me to tell you a story?”

She looked at him. “You’d do that?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Okay.  Yes, please,” she said, making herself comfortable on the stair.

“Once upon a time, on a beautiful planet, that had everything any living being could ever want, or need, an evil species evolved.  This species…”

“Are there vampires in it?  Dragons?” she asked.  “Fairies?”

“This evil species didn’t own any dragons,” continued the cat, “but there were many, many vampires among them. Psychic vampires, who stole the thoughts and energy of others and vamps who survived on the fear of all living things.”

“I don’t like this story and I know how it ends.”

“It has a happy ending.  You guys end up extinct.” he said.

“I thought you were going to tell me something nice,” she said, sadly.

“Fine,” he said.  “Once upon a time, in a world filled with beauty and cats, there appeared  those humans who loved living things.  They were kind and generous.  They lived free, among the plants and animals.  Cats became their companions and their hearts became synchronized and beat as one  It was the same beat as the earth herself, because when everything is in sync, there is only harmony and peace…one heartbeat.  The cats and the women worked together making sure everyone was well, and had what they needed.  They tended the hurt and the sick, healing and loving as they went.  There was singing and dancing and the cats joined in.  Okay, so did the dogs, but this story isn’t about them, not really.  Anyway, no one killed, or ate the flesh of others.  It was unthinkable.  Gardens were full and lush.  There was no fear.  The women could walk up to any animal and pet them.  They were welcoming and friendly, their hearts open and filled with love and joy.  Hey, are you crying?”

She shook her head.  “Go on,” she sniffed.

“Then one day, an evil man showed up.  He shot and killed a deer, and the animals fled.  The cats told the women what happened and they quickly ran through the forest, where they saw the deer, her eyes empty, her body still.  Within five minutes the man was dead, buried and the trees were already using his body and bones for fertilizer.  The deer was buried with great ceremony.  Stories were told about her kindness and beauty.  Everything changed that day.  The women were on alert and the animals had known fear.  Fear is an ugly thing.  I can be free formed, ethereal.  It hangs like a dirty curtain over everything.  But the women in the story, along with their cats, kept the world safe, as long as they could. When they passed into Avalon, bad men came and killed everything. The cats scattered and the spell of beauty and love was broken.”

She lay across the step and cried for what was lost.

“Uh,” said the cat.  “I thought the story would make you feel better.”

She nodded, fell on him, cried on him, kissed him, picked up her tote bag and left.

“Humans are so weird,” said the cat, curling into a ball.

“I second that said,” Jinx.  “It was a really good story, by the way.  Did you make it up?”

“No,” he said. “My mother said it was a place called Eden, where women, some gentle men, and animals lived in love and peace. Then some god sent men to kill everything.”

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” asked Jinx, watching her walk down the street.

“Of course.  She’s always okay.”

“Okay,” said Jinx.  “Have a good nap.”

“Yeah, you too.”

 

 

 

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6 Responses to The Conversation…

  1. Love the convo’s ❤️

  2. Thank you so very much. ❤

  3. So creative! A humorous way to approach this almost unbearable assault on our nation. I feel I must address it on my blog too, but it’s so heartbreaking and enraging to think about. I love the way you did it. I wish I was a cat! The Tao of cats. I need that.

    • I truly appreciate your lovely comment. The Tao of Cats…perfect. The Conversation, is a regular feature on my blog. I do them quit often. I understand how difficult it is to write about what’s going on in today’s world. It’s horrifying and it’s not going away anytime soon. I can’t wait until Wednesday night when Biden is president and still alive.

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