Art and the philosophy of life

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day,” said the cat.

“I know.”

“Do you have a boy or girlfriend?”

“I have cat friends.”

“So, no presents?”

“Oh,” she said.  “No. I won’t get any presents.”

“Why not?”

She shrugged.

“Don’t you like people?”

“No.”

“I get that,” said the cat.  “I don’t like most of them either.  I like you, but that’s about it.  Although, there is a lady down the street who feeds some of us now and then.”

“That’s nice of her.”

“I think everyone should feed us.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said, grinning at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I agree with you.  I think everyone should feed you as well.”

“If you’re not getting a present, you can pet me longer tomorrow.”

“Thank you.  You’re very generous.”

“What are you going to give me? ”

“Do NOT ask if I’m bringing a bird or hamster to you.”

“So that’s a no, then?”

“That will always be a no, and you know that.”

“How about a gerbil?”

“It might hit twenty-seven degrees a week from Sunday.”

“It’s really sad that we all think that’s a good thing.”

She nodded.  “It is.”

“Are you having a Valentine’s Day party for us?”

“Sure.  Why not.”

“Stock up on sardines.”

“Sure,” she sighed.  “Why not.”

“Hows it going with politics?”

“Don’t know.  I stopped watching the news.”

“Why?”

“There’s nothing any of us seems to be able to do, about anything.  So, I don’t look.”

“”The Ostrich Syndrome,” he snuffled.

“I don’t care what you call it.  It just makes me tired.  I don’t care about a lot of things any longer.”

“You’ll feel better when winter’s gone,” said the cat.

“Do you think so?”

“Sure.”

“Maybe.”

“How’s the virus?”

“Smarter than we are,” she said.

“I’ve been thinking about writing a book of poetry.”

“I didn’t know you wrote poetry, or anything else for that matter.”

“Understandable, since cats are usually muses.  I just think I’m ready to write my own stuff.”

“Good for you.”

“You’ll have to write all of it down and then find a publisher for me.”

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“I’m calling it, CAT-ASTROPIC!”

“I like it.  It’s actually perfect,” she said.  “Who do you think will buy it?”

“Cat people and those with good taste.”

“Makes sense.”

“I always make sense. Your species is the only one that never makes sense.”

“True.”

“With all the talk about global warming, why is it so terrible here?  The polar bears want the weather we’re having and we don’t, so what’s the deal?”

“I told you before, this is hell.  Once you accept that, you’ll be able to see things more clearly.”

“You’re saying there is no sweet spot?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she said, pulling her coat tighter.

“I need a nap and you’re cold so pet me, then go and get ready for the party.”

She leaned over and kissed him, then rubbed his cold ears.

“You should come home with me.  Your ears are like ice.”

“I might stop by later, but I have to watch out for the others.”

“I love you.”

“I know.  Just don’t forget the sardines.”

 

 

 

 

Comments on: "The Conversation…Valentine’s Day" (8)

  1. I’ll buy the book!

  2. Pet me on the list for an advance copy 😀

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