“Geez, slow down, will you,” he said.
“I’m not moving. I’m just sitting here, waiting for you to start eating.”
“Your molecules are doing the cha cha. What’s with you?”
‘I’m fine,” she sighed.
“You don’t look fine. You’re aura looks as if it’s been in one of those mixer things.”
“You can see auras?”
“Cats can see everything. How can you still be surprised by what we can do?”
“I have no idea. Really, I don’t,” she sighed, looking at her shoes.
“You may have some latent cat talents, but will you get your DNA tested for cat? Noooo, you won’t.”
“I seriously doubt that I have any cat DNA in me.”
“But you can’t be sure, can you,” he said.
“I’m no talking about this.”
“Spring will be here soon.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, licking the last of the food off his plate.
“It’s the middle of March.”
“Okay, so maybe not that soon.”
“Say something interesting or important. I’m bored,” he said, rolling onto his side.
“That’s it? Uh?”
“Do you believe in free will?” she asked.
“Of course not. Unless you mean when it comes to the unimportant things, like whether I want to eat a mouse or a chipmunk.”
“Really bad example,” she said, making a disgusting face, trying not to gag.
“Why? Do you believe in it? I mean if you don’t, what are you left with? Predestination?”
“I don’t believe in free will here or when we’re dead,” she said. “I mean yes, I can choose an apple or pear, or possibly take both of them, but no, we really don’t have it. It just seems like it. The thing is, free will only works within very tight perimeters. I mean, there are so many rules to everything that any choices one would make are out of the person’s hands. You can only choose what others tell you you can have, what’s available. So there’s no true free will, it’s just another lie, to make people believe they have some control over their lives, when they have very little. People are simply manipulated into believing that…”
“See, you can come up with something interesting. Still boring, however, but at least you tried.”
“Fine,” she said. “You come up with something.”
“Do you believe that cats will someday rule the world?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Is that it?”
“When exactly, do you think that will happen?”
“Not for a long time.”
“How long?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll be the leader,” he said.
“Or maybe one of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great grand kittens will be.”
“So no time soon, then?”
“No. No time soon.”
“What do you think about starting a tv show, or a podcast?”
“You want to be in a tv show?”
“I want to BE the tv show. I’d be fantastic.”
“No one would be able to understand you. No one really understands cat.”
“Dubbing. If a big bird can make it in show business, why can’t I? You should get an agent for me.”
“I’m going home,” she said, standing up.
“Will you think about it?”
“Sure,” she said. “Tell Jinx, his food’s over there.”
“He knows that and he’s single again.”
“I guess he’s a lover, not someone looking for commitment.”
“Pretty much sums it up.”
“I love you,” she said, hugging him.
She kissed him, again and again, until he pushed her away.
“See you tonight?” she asked.
“Jinx and I will stop by.”
She smiled at him and headed home. He curled up and closed his eyes, content, and ready to dream.