“Isn’t it wonderful outside?” she asked, happily. “Spring is in the air.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“Yes. What do you call it?”
“The return of the birds,” he snickered.
“Depends on who you are,” he said. “Chipmunks, all kinds of things are waking up.”
“Chipmunks are adorable, leave them alone.”
“Sure,” he cackled. “I will.”
“The vet said that everyone she has seen looks pretty healthy.”
“Yes. It is,” she said, putting out plates of food and treats.
“I heard the christian right wing is amassing followers to overthrow the government in the next election.”
“I heard that as well.”
“If it happens you’ll have to leave the country.”
“Your forever isn’t that long,” he said.
“I mean, how much longer can you live, right?”
“You’re not getting any younger”
“I was in a good mood before I got here,” she sighed.
“That’s nice. You’re usually not in a good mood.”
“I wonder why,” she chuffed.
“You take life too seriously, that’s why. I think I told that to you before. You need to be more cat like.”
“You mean sleep all day and live off the land, or the nice people who put food out for you?”
“Like Ms Lester? She’s nice. I don’t think she has long for the world either. But she takes care of the little ones and the Queens. She names everyone and rocks the kittens on her lap, if they’ll let her. She sings to them.”
“I think she’s a thousand years old.”
“No one alive is a thousand years old,” she laughed.
“Why is that?”
“We live on a planet where things constantly break down and go back to the earth. We pretty much fall apart and rot.”
“Well, it’s true,” she said. “It’s stupid, since there’s no reason for it. Not really. But that’s the way it is. You can do everything right and it won’t matter a single bit. Death is right there cackling at the newborns, telling them it’s just a matter of time and their little dogs too.”
“I thought you said Death was one of the good guys.”
“She is. She ends suffering, which never should exist in the first place. She ends boredom, pain, misery and all the ugliness that’s here. She is one of the good guys. It’s just that all of that stuff seems unnecessary.”
“Then why is it here?”
“Apparently a lot of people like it.”
“Most definitely. This is a sick prison planet, called hell, only with flowers and pretend niceness. That’s a big part of the torture, thinking things could be different, knowing they never will be. Kind of like the pony ad the carrot.”
“What? A carrot?”
“Never mind,” she said, unwrapping some new treats.
“Were you ever a happy person?” he asked, rolling over.
She thought about it. “I think I am a happy person.”
“Our definitions of happy must be different.”
“I believe the key to life is to not be afraid. I think fear ruins a lot of lives. And people are usually afraid of things that will never happen. I don’t know if that’s true, but I try never to be afraid of anything, because I hate whoever thought up this bloody game, and I want to be in perfect shape to kill whoever it is, once I’m dead.”
“You said that before.”
“Yes. It’s my big dream. That’s why I can’t stand the fact that people who have near death experiences say that when they’re dead for a few minutes everything is all about love. Makes me want to barf. Talk about being drugged and manipulated.”
“You’re a little strange, you know that don’t you?” he said, licking his shoulder.
“Nothing. Just sayin’,”
It’s absolutely impossible to accept all that love garbage, and not believe that whatever is there can’t fix the suffering so many people go through here. Why wouldn’t they help? Screw that. This game sucks and the things behind it have to be drugging us when we exit the game, just so we CAN’T kill them. I need to find a way to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“I like that you’re determined.”
“You’re kind of violent, you know that, right?”
“Another insightful observation?”
She laughed and kissed him. “I’m putty in your paws,” she said.
“Everyone is violent. This is a violent place. You can be violent in thought, word or deed. You’re violent,” she said, looking at him.”
“I’m a cat. Cats are violent, or they can be.”
“I’m a human. I win. I have weapons and hatred. You don’t have either of those things. You just do what you have to to survive. Humans torture and kill for fun and money.”
“You really are sick puppies,” he signed.
“You have no idea.”
“Why do yo stay here?”
“I think about that, now and then,” she said. “Because of you, a couple of people and books and things. Like I said, I’m basically a happy person and I like to have fun.”
“You’re a dichotomy.”
“Here’s the thing. In the beginning it’s REALLY DARK. Then you’re dragged into the light and the game begins for real. You know lots of stuff, but your body doesn’t work and you can’t speak. From day one, you’re frustrated and stuffed into a tiny body you have no control over, and that makes you vulnerable to anyone who wants to do anything to you. No escape, no French fries. The stuff you have to eat is disgusting. Most babies don’t have to worry because they have someone nice taking care of them, but that’s not true for everyone. You grow and FINALLY learn to walk and eat by yourself. All the crazy things you knew how to do before you got here, along withe your previous knowledge, is trapped inside a brain that doesn’t know the language, or has forgotten it. Which, really doesn’t matter since your throat isn’t able to let you form words anyway, MAKING SURE YOU DON’T SAY ANYTHING YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO SAY. So the beginning is one of insanity and massive FRUSTRATION AND STUPIDITY. After awhile, you slowly begin to doubt yourself and forget where you were before you came to this place and were helpless. HELPLESS FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. So the minute you start to talk and have fun, you’re sent to school where you’re brainwashed by the culture you live in, or the church you’re sent to, without your knowledge or consent. You learn a bunch of completely useless things that take a million years to color or memorize. But if you’re lucky, the school will have a library and you can get lost in books and not have to think about life outside of the stories you read. Teachers who teach kids how to read are the best teachers in the entire world and deserve medals and statues and parades on a daily basis. I love all of them. Anyway, school teaches you white male lies, as well as how to shut up, sit down, raise your hand, and OBEY. All terrible things, put in place to manipulate people for the rest of their lives. Being polite is one thing. That’s not what this is. Then you’re finally out of school, all of them, unless you’re a minority and kept out of schools on purpose, but by then you’re a million years old and suddenly have RESPONSIBILITY for everything and everyone. Now life becomes a web of paying bills, having enough money to take care of things and maybe finding a mate. I’ll just skip all of that and go to the time when you have your first baby. A baby that will be yours until the day you die, maybe longer, but no one knows for sure. The worry and concern never stops, because you can’t be expected to take care of a newborn and keep it alive for all those years and then be expected to just turn everything off. Hey, are you listening to me?”
“He’s sleeping,” said Jinx. “But I’m listening.”
“I love you,” she said. “Cats are part of this game so we don’t all kill ourselves. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do, actually,” he purred.
She hugged him and kissed him. “You’re so wonderful.”
“Thank you. Lunch was delicious, by the way.”
“That’s a new grain-free dry food. I thought it went well with the wet food.”
“I’m going to sneak away,” she whispered. “while he’s asleep. You guys come over tonight. I have sardines.”
“Okay. We will. Thank you.”
She cleaned up, kissed him again, petted him and left.
Jinx curled up on the step and started dreaming.
The cat rolled onto his back and sighed. “Humans are insane.”
‘I know,” said Jinx. “But they have sardines.”