Art and the philosophy of life

The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“It’s getting closer,” he sighed, rolling over.

“What’s getting closer?” she asked, putting his food dish in front of him.

“Halloween.”

“Yes, it is.”

“What kind of food is that?”

“It’s good for you.  Just eat it.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“If I put something in front of you and it made you gag, would you eat it because I told you to?”

“Fine,” she signed, opening a can of his favorite food.  “I’m just trying to keep you healthy.”

“Sometimes being healthy isn’t worth the misery, or disgusting taste, of eating something like that,” he said, watching her put the plate in a trash bag.

“It’s your life.”

“That’s true for everyone, isn’t it?  I mean everyone has his, or her, own life, right?”

“The sun’s supposed to come out over the weekend, so I’ll be able to finish some of the landscaping and garden work, or at least do a few things I want to do.”

“Feels like winter is walking toward us.  Can’t you smell it?” he asked, sitting up, sniffing the air.  “Winter looks like Santa, with a suitcase of ice in one hand and a suitcase of snow in the other and he’s marching toward us, taking big steps.”

“Wow, that was a very cool and clear visual?” she said, petting him.

“What can I say?  I’m good at things like that.”

“You’re good at everything,” she said, grinning at him.

“Glad to see you’re finally catching on,” he purred.

She snickered.

“Life’s not always easy,” he said, rubbing his face against her hand.

“No, it’s not,” she agreed.

“Things don’t always make sense.”

“That’s true for most things,” she said.

He nodded.  “For a long time, I believed things didn’t have to be the way they were.  Then I realized that nothing was ever going to change, at least not for the better.”

“That happened to me as well.  Sometimes when we’re young we believe all kinds of things.  Then we grow up and find out everything is a lie and nothing was ever what we thought it was, or could be.”

“Why is that?”

She shrugged.  “All part of the stupid game, I guess.”

“Have you noticed how easy it is to forget the good things and how long the bad things stay with us?”

“Yes.  But nothing here is fair, or makes sense.”

“Did you bring any treats?”

“Of course.”

“The vet was here.  Everyone is mostly fine.”

“I spoke to her and she said you were all wonderful.”

“She’s right.”

“I know,” she said kissing him.”

“It’s nap time.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes.

“I love you more than anything.”

“You should.”

She kissed him and ran her hands over him.  He curled up in a ball and sighed, then he told her to be careful crossing the street, and fell into his dreams.

Comments on: "The Conversation…" (8)

  1. you are the best all-in-one-conversionalist (is that even an English word?) I ever knew…. 🙂

  2. I’m with Kiki! You rock.

  3. Sweet dreams, sweet cat!

  4. Really nippy at night.

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