Art and the philosophy of life

The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“I see you put another dog on your blog.”

“I put cats on my blog all the time.”

“Why would you put a dog on your blog?”

“What happened to your ear?”

“Nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she said.

“The other cat lost, so no big deal.”

“Can I put something on it, so it doesn’t get infected.”

“You can try, but I won’t promise I won’t bite you.”

She put the salve on her finger and inched closer.  “This won’t hurt,” she said.

“I hope not.  For your sake.”

“Hold still.”

“I can’t hold more still than this.  I’m not moving, you are.”

She dabbed the medicine on his ear and sat back.  “See.  That wasn’t so bad, was it.”

He glared at her.

“You can stop whipping your tail around, since it’s over.”

“Any ideas on how to get free cat food?”

“I don’t know anyway to do it.”

“What do you know?”

She thought for a minute, then shrugged.

“Life’s like that, isn’t it,” he sighed.  “It’s hard to know anything when things change all the time and you don’t have control over any of it.”

“You’re a wise cat.”

“Duh!”

She laughed and kissed his face.  “The longer I live the more I realize that we don’t know anything at all.  Things become automatic, ritualized, repetitive and sometimes people don’t even pay attention.  They just go through one day after another and don’t even realize they’re alive.”

“That’s because you don’t look for mice and voles.  You never try and catch birds, or do anything fun.”

“Have you seen a vole?”

“Not yet,” he admitted.  “But I have hope.”

“I love you.”

“I know.  But what if you sit on the corner, with a cat in your lap and hold a sign asking for free cat food?  I mean people will respond because you’re not asking for anything for yourself, just for the cat.”

“Fall is here, and you know what’s next, right?”

“What?”

“Winter.”

“We all hate winter.”

She nodded.

“What about the corner thing?”

“Never gonna happen.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to keep paying for our food.”

“I guess I will.”

“Why do you think cultures kill dreams, creativity and joy?  They were talking about that in a sociology class a few months ago.”

“Because happy and fulfilled people can’t be controlled. Fear, and a false belief in lack, rather than abundance, kills everything.  All lies, of course, but if you lie to people enough it becomes their truth.”

“Cats don’t do that.  Actually, no one does that except your species.”

“I know.”

“You should have been a cat.”

“I know.”

“But it’s not always easy living on the street.  There’s disease, cars, and hateful people, hunger, and terrible things.”

“I know.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know anything.”

“I don’t like the things I know, that’s all.”

“I get that.”

“I love you.”

“You said that already and I know it from all the other times you said it.”

“I can’t say it enough.”

“Maybe you can,” he said.

“No.  I can’t.”

“Okay.”

“I have to go.  I’ll see you tonight, if you stop by.”

“Don’t go out after dark.”

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous, unless Jinx is with you.”

“I love you,” she said, kissing him one last time.

 

 

Comments on: "The Conversation…" (14)

  1. LOL! I hope his ear heals quickly!

  2. These are the BEST stories!

  3. aaawh – this is really sweet!

  4. Oh cats and their fights… how many times did ears come back with nicks and marks?

  5. Emily lets me pet her a lot but I can’t pick her up or hug her. She’s been in my yard for 9 years. Heated beds, 2 room dog house, other beds, cat scratchers, all under heavy tarps so she is as warm in the winter as I can make her. She absolutely will not come in the house. Nine years I’ve tried to get her inside.

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