Art and the philosophy of life

The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“What happened to you?”

“I spent yesterday at the DMV.”

“Ah,” he said, knowingly.  “How bad was it?”

“Bad enough, although the people were very nice and they didn’t ask for the first born of my great-great-great grandchildren.  No blood was shed and I kind of liked the guy who was with me for my road test.  We talked politics and about our old neighborhoods.”

“You took a road test?”

“It happens.”

“Okay, then,” he said, washing his face.

“They have everyone stand far apart in lines, then make all of us sit next to people, so closely that our legs almost touch.  How does that make sense?”

“It’s the DMV and you’re looking for things to make sense?”

“Right.  Silly of me.”

“Did you pass?”

“Of course, but I had to constantly remind myself not to speed.”

“You know there isn’t another animal on the entire planet that owns anything.  They have no need for bags or suitcases, cars, moving vans, or anything else.”

“What’s your point?”

“We don’t need clothes either.  You’re the only one’s who don’t have self regulating bodies.  You freeze and fry and I don’t know…you’re just so needy and weak.  It’s as if you’re unprepared to actually live without a lot of stuff.”


“You have things all over the places you live.  How could you possibly survive if that was all taken away from you?”

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“Just asking.”

“You see a lot of different kinds of people at the DMV.”

“Yeah, well, diversity and all that.”

She nodded.  “It was kind of strange.”

“You don’t get out enough.”

“Maybe,” she snickered.

“It’s getting darker earlier and earlier.”

“Gee, thanks for that uplifting bit of news.”

“Winter is coming.”

“Winter is always coming and then construction will end for awhile.  Those are really the only two seasons we have.  Winter and construction.”

“I heard they’re sending the Feds in, to try and control the gun traffic.”

“Hmmm.  I think the city is suing Indiana because that’s where over twenty percent of guns come from.”

“Do you think that will change anything?”


“Neither do I.”

“The problems are systemic,” she said.  “Until we deal with the cause, nothing will change.”

“Will you buy sardines for tonight at your place.”

“I don’t like doing that, but I will.”

“For me?”

“Yes, and for the others.”

“We need protein or we’ll die.”

“I know that.”

“Maybe a hamster or gerbil, as well.”

She sighed, and finished cleaning up. “It’s late, I’ll stop at the store on the way home and see you guys when you get to my place.”

“Aren’t you going to kiss me and tell me that you love me?”

“Definitely,” she said, as she leaned over him.  “I love, love, love you,” she whispered into his fur, kissing him between words.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” he said, licking his shoulder.

She laughed and walked away.

“Watch out when you’re crossing the street,” he said.

She laughed and kept walking.





Comments on: "The Conversation…" (29)

  1. Great read! I loved this convo with a cat! He’s quite the conversationalist.

  2. This is brilliant!
    I love it!
    Are you sure we’re not related somehow?
    Me must be mind-melded or sumthin’
    Is that a word?
    ‘mind-melded?’ Not ‘sumthin’. ‘Sumthin” is definitely a legal word. I’ve been using it for decades and have never once been arrested or even detained by the Grammar Gestapo.

    Great post!

    • Thank you and think you’re right…about the mind melding. LOLOL We do think a lot alike. Definitely. 🙂 I think “sumthin, is definitely legal and should be used freely. 🙂

  3. I wonder if J & J would like sardines. Sigh… it’s probably better for them than commercial cat food. Poor sardines.
    Glad you passed… you speeder you!
    You and N would like each other. He has a sports car. I hate driving with him because he’s a zipper. He goes to a race track camp a few times a year. Everyone speeds their guts out.
    Cars get wrecked. No one has died, or even gone to the hospital from these events.
    However, one of his co-speed guys has wrecked 2 Ferraris!

    • OMG Ferraris? That’s insane. I do speed. All the time. I don’t actually know why, but I just do it. It makes sense. I mean, if no one is in front of you, why not, right? I bet N has a blast. When I was a kid, we went to the stock car races on weekends. Crash after crash. It was fun. But Ferraris…yeah, no. Definitely not.

  4. So sweet and full of many basic human truths…

  5. ❤ even having heard about your DMV trip this was a fun conversation.

    LOL he just doesn't give up trying to get hamsters, gerbils, etc LOL

  6. Always a wonderful exchange..
    I had to get my license, having lost it for too many tickets… 🙄 Speeding being most of them. Sigh…

    • I speed all the time, I’ve been really lucky. Speed limits are too slow.

      • They don’t even make sense half the time. The lights are timed to make you miss every single one. It’s as if the government is trying to torture us every way they can.

      • Don’t even get me started on that!!
        Most of Canada has 110 kph (68 mph, so let’s say 70) on highways. Quebec, where most of the speeders are, they refuse to put above 100!
        As for the lights. I swear. All. The. Time.

      • Oh, we’re a LOT slower here. Think of driving 35 mph and not screaming. But it’s crowded where I live but we do go 90 on the expressways and we aren’t supposed to do that. You used to be able to go 100+ in the desert but I haven’t been in those states for many years. There was one strip where there was no speed limit at all. Here we crawl along like snails with a backache.

      • I am killing myself laughing… Your highways are at least at 65, no?
        But yeah, I know. Ugh.
        I have a lead foot. Inherited by my mother and passed on to my son 😉

      • The problem is that we have to GET to the expressways. That’s what takes FOREVER.

      • Gah! It really can!

      • Stop lights on almost every corner. It’s so frustrating and construction all summer long, one lane. It can take five lights to cross the street.

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