Art and the philosophy of life

The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“When will your garden EVER be finished.  It’s so distracting.  You aren’t paying nearly enough attention to me.”

“Uh, sorry, but I do have a life.  I mean I have things to take care of.  I’m not neglecting you, I’m just doing what has to be done.”

“I’m not happy about it.”

She smiled at him.  “I know.  It’s almost over.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“You need to prioritize what’s important in your life.”

“And you, I’m assuming, should be number one on the list, right?”

“Seriously?  You have to ask?”

“I was just checking.”

“Can you do anything about winter?”

“What do you mean?”

“Make it warmer and keep the snow away?”

“I wish I could, but my magic doesn’t work that way.”

“Then what god is it?”

“I’ve often asked myself the same question.”

“Jinx thinks he found a place to plug in the heated beds.  He’s going to show me later tonight.”

“That’s great.”

“And no, I don’t know what happened to the chipmunk in your yard.”

“What?

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“Did you…were you…in MY yard, hunting?”

“I just said I wasn’t.”

“I better see the chipmunk tomorrow, or you’ll have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Geez, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“My yard in a no hunting zone.”

“We ALL know that.  You’ve told us a million times.”

“Why did you bring up the chipmunk?”

“I didn’t, you did.”

“I did not.”

“Maybe you need more sleep, since you’re mixing up who said what.”

“Ack!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Trust is a delicate thing. Once broken it can never truly be fixed.  So you better not have done anything to the chipmunk.”

“Great.  So, if you can’t find him, you’re going to blame me?”

“Yes.”

“How is that fair?  What if he’s in another yard, or went on a vacation to visit other chipmunks?”

“You better hope he didn’t do either one of those things.”

“We should change the subject.  Halloween is coming and cats are in danger.  Especially black ones.”

“I know.  You should tell them to all come and stay with me for a couple of weeks, later in the month.”

“I already did.”

“Okay.”

“How can you be so attached to a chipmunk anyway?  They can’t really hold a conversation and they rarely let you pet them.  Okay, the really tame chip’s might let you pet them but…

“Why are we talking about chipmunks again?”

“No reason.  I mean I can see why you’re in love with me, but I don’t get it with the chipmunk.”

“I’m going home.  Tell Jinx I said hello and I love him.  His food is over there, in its usual spot.”

“Why are you leaving so soon?”

“To look for Tyler.”

“Don’t tell me that’s the name of the chipmunk.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“You can’t name a tiny fuzz ball Tyler.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just not right,” he said, shaking his head.  “He needs a name fit for a chipmunk.  Something like, Chitter, or Scamper.”

“Not bad names,” she said.

“Tyler sounds as if he should have a backpack and go to school.  He doesn’t go to school, does he?”

“I don’t think so.”

“They usually don’t.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll be here.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

She kissed him and leaned into him.  “You’re so soft,” she sighed, rubbing her face against him.”

“Ya done yet?  It’s nap time.”

She sat up, gathered her things, kissed him one last time, and walked away.”

“Be careful crossing the streets,” he muttered, as he closed his eyes and thought of rabbits.

 

Comments on: "The Conversation…" (3)

  1. Best check on Tyler… or whatever his name is!

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