Art and the philosophy of life

The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“You look better today,” he said, rubbing his face against the concrete ledge.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“You’ve been looking tired and…”

“I know.  You’ve been telling me.”

“Just trying to help?”

“Is that what you think you’re doing?”

“Of course,  What do you think I’m doing?”

“Never mind,” she said, giving him a plate full of food.

“So what’s going on in your world?” he asked, daintily eating a chunk of cat food.  “Other than mass murders and wars?”

“Food prices,” she said.  “Soon people won’t be able to afford to eat.”

“You realize you’re being scammed, right?”

“Add that to the price of gas and things aren’t looking good for a lot of people.”

“You guys just can’t stop destroying yourselves.  Cats are so much smarter than you are, and we get to nap as much as we want to.”

The rabbits ate the flowers that were just ready to open.  My garden has too many empty stems now.”

“I can take care of that problem for you.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Just trying to be helpful, AGAIN.”

“Thanks anyway.”

“I think I figured out what’s wrong with your species.”

“I can hardly wait.”

“You all feel terrible and inadequate, because you can’t fly, dig, jump, run, hear, see, smell, forage, or…well, actually you can’t really do anything.  You see the rest of us doing amazing things and you recognize what losers you are, so you take out your disappointment and anger on each other, because you’ve already killed almost everything else.”

“That’s what you think?”

“Am I wrong?” he asked, stretching out on his side.  “You copy us all the time. You make wings, because you don’t have any of your own.  You jump over things, climb with ropes, and run around, all because you see us doing things you can’t even think of doing, without help.  It has to be hard being so…helpless.  And you give each other awards and medals for doing what comes naturally to the rest of us.”

“We really are kind of pathetic without tools and all kinds of things to help us get along.”

“Exactly.  You need the right temperature, the right this and that, to even survive.  You’re deadly, sure, but as far as surviving with just you natural ability, I don’t think so.  If you were naked in the outback, whatever that is, what would you do?”

“Die?”

“Most definitely.  A pocket knife and a stick won’t help you there.  Cats wouldn’t be stupid enough to go there in the first place.”

“Neither would I.  I know some of my limits,” she said.

“Not all of them?”

“Not all of them have come up yet.”

“I guess I can understand that,” he said, nodding.

“I must mention that you guys do a lot better when we take care of you.”

“That’s often true,” he said.  “My point is, that we are all better than you are surviving on our own without any tools, or things.  We don’t even have pockets.  We just are.  And yes, we can’t all eat chocolate but you can’t kill something and just rip it to shreds and eat it raw.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Which part?”

“The raw thing.”

“You do realize that you kill and tear people and animals apart every single day, don’t you?You might not eat the people, but you’re more vicious than any of us and you kill other animals way more than we every COULD. We kill to survive, not for power, fun or greed.  We don’t KEEP killing after we have what we need.  You just kill and keep killing until nothing is left.”

“Why do we always end up here.  Talking about ugly things?”

“Because your species, makes the world an ugly place.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” he asked, staring at her.

“A girlfriend.  A girl cat.  Why don’t you have one?”

“I have a lot of them.”

“Not just one.”

“Why would I have just one?”

“Okay, then.  Have you been blogging?”

“A little.  When the cat’s people go out.”

“Do you have any followers?”

“All the cats follow me.”

“No, I mean followers on line?”

“I can’t see the people on line.”

“That’s true,” she said, not wanting to push the issue any further..

“What are you going to do about the supremes?”  he asked.

“Not sure.  It’s a work in progress.”

“Well, as long as you’re working on it.  Are you still thinking about getting dual citizenship with Italy?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t have a lot of answers, do you.”

“No, I guess not.  Things are in flux.”

“Is that like flax, just with a different vowel?”

“Not even close.”

“I’m tired.”

“And I’m rushed.  So,” she said, kissing him.  “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay.  A lot of us will be there.  We’re having a meeting.”

“At my place?”

“Yes, so get lots of food and treats, and a couple of catnip mice would be nice.”

“I’ll stop on the way home,”

She kissed him a few more times, petted him until his eyes closed, they crept away, smiling.

 

 

 

 

 

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