Granddaughter and their other cat…Twenty-One…he’s a VERY big boy and something of a scaredy cat.

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How they met…3…Judith and the alien

“I saw him again last night.”

“Who?”

“Four.  The alien, remember?”

“Oh, him.  Wait, he actually came back?”

“Yes.  He said he’s been thinking about me.”

“OMG tell me you aren’t interested in an alien with a thing on his head, even if it is well made.”

“The heart wants what…”

“No.  It doesn’t,” said her friend.  “Not when an alien is involved.”

“I’m kidding,” she said.  “I asked him if he wanted to get a pizza, but, well, you know, the thing on his head.  He actually said he would love a pizza and if our air wasn’t so polluted he would take off his breathing apparatus and eat a whole one by himself, with spinach and mushrooms, which is his favorite.”

“Thin or thick crust?” asked her friend.

“Thin, so how alien can he really be?”  she said, suspiciously.

“I was wondering that myself.  I mean, he knew what toppings he wanted.”

“He wanted fries too,”  she said.

“No way.”

“Way.”

“Something’s not right.”

“That’s what I told him.”

“What did he say?”

“He said not forget that he was human, just human from the future.”

“And?”

“And what?  He’s us, just farther ahead.”

“They still eat pizza?”

“I guess.  Maybe everyone in the universe eats pizza.  I don’t see why they wouldn’t, do you?”

“No.  I guess not,” said her friend.  “What else did he say?”

“He said that where he’s from, is not currently in our timeline.”

“How can he get there from here, if it doesn’t exist?”

“That’s what I said.  He said that where he comes from, they can manipulate time.  I asked him if they were still killing everything and starting wars and he hesitated, then said, “Not really,” which means yes, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Are there any animals there?”

“He said they had some, but not like here.  I guess they have cats and dogs but there aren’t a lot of things living outside the dome.”

“The dome?”

“Yeah, there’s no atmosphere to speak of, so they generate their own.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“I guess it is, but he said we destroyed the earth, so there was nothing left to do but move.  Not many people could actually leave, if you know what I mean, so there was just a tiny colony in the beginning.  Apparently, they only had time to build one dome and reproduction is slow, since there are so few people and a lot of them don’t like each other and are unwilling to take one for the gipper, or whatever that saying is.  What’s a gipper?”

“I have no idea what a gipper is.  A fish, maybe?  But seriously, they still have wars and are mean?”

“People make time for what’s important to them.  I guess that doesn’t change.  They don’t care about the truly important things, like peace and harmony, so they don’t do anything about those things.  They love violence and killing, so that’s what they do.

“That’s stupid.”

“I know, right?”

“So, did he take off his wetsuit.”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“He’s definitely human.”

“You didn’t, did you?”

“No.”

“Oh, good.  I mean he’s an alien and you don’t know where he’s been and  I mean that in the most literal sense possible.”

“He didn’t want to.”

HE didn’t want to?”

“He said he couldn’t afford to even touch me, since their immune systems aren’t used to our germs.  He said he only took off his wetsuit to prove that he was human. He said his eyes are brownish.”

“What?”

“Basically, we could wipe them out with a cold.”

“You mean they are living in a germ free place?”

“They live under a dome, where everything’s controlled, but he said there are germs.  But like us, they are used to the germs where they live.  They’ve built up  kind of an immunity, you know, after enough generations died and were sick from everything.  So, they’re still like us, I mean, they get sick but they get better because their bodies recognize the germs and blah, blah, blah.”

“How many generations were there?”

“A lot, I guess.”

“Does he want to take you home with him?”

“I asked him if I could go with him, just to see what it was like.  I wanted to know if not being alive in his timeline would be a problem.  He said, earth is a heavier place and the oxygen and gravity is much lighter where they are and I would have to wear special equipment but yes, he thought that he could manipulate time so that I could visit.”

“He only thought he could do it?”

“Yeah, it’s never been tried.”

“Tell me the truth, does he sound like Darth when he breaths?”

“Just every now and then,” she snickered.  “He said they have special labs where the air pressure is controlled and can mimic earth’s.  He could stay in there for three or four weeks and acclimate.  Then he could come here and breath our air and we could have pizza.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him three or four weeks in a room is a long time.”

“It really is.”

“He said it would be worth it.”

“What about the germs?”

“We’d have to eat alone, shower a lot with special cream, and when he returned to his dome, he’d have to be in a decontamination room for a day or two.”

“Is he going to do it?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  He said pre-extinct earth, that’s what they call us, is interesting and still pretty.  I guess he wouldn’t mind looking around.  I told him I have sensitive skin and I wasn’t sure about the cream thing.”

“Did he say when the end is going to happen?”

“No, but he said it started a long time ago and it’s simply escalating.”

“Great,” said her friend.  “Mia just had her kittens.”

“I don’t think the end will be that soon and can I still have one of kittens?”

“Of course, I told you that you could have first choice.”

“I bet they’re gorgeous, like their mom.”

“They are,” she sighed, her eyes going slightly out of focus. “They’re absolutely magical.”

“How many did she have?”

“Five.  Three girls and two boys.”

“Can I have two?”

“Yes.”

“We should really save the planet for the cats, don’t you think?”

“I do.”

“For all the animals, except us,”  she said.  “Maybe Four can tell us how to do that.”

“Maybe.  Be sure to ask him, when he comes back for pizza.”

She nodded.  “I will,” she said.

“Did you know that there are thirty thousand more men than women in China?  Screwed everything up big time.”

“One child policy didn’t work, since they killed the girls, so they could have all the boys.  Serves them right.  I hope all the girls stay single.”

“There’s a lot of bad pressure on girls who don’t want to get married.”

“Maybe they should kill all the boys.  It was okay when they killed all the girls…so why not.  That would solve their problem,”  she said.

“It would, but there would be new problems.”

“Yeah, but not for the girls.”

“Good point.”

“Let’s hope they do it.”

“Fingers crossed,” said her friend.

“Maybe they can put the boys on the garbage dumps and let them starve, like they did with the girls.”

“Maybe.  But it’s the fault of the adult males who were in charge and made the law.”

“It’s always the fault of the adult males in charge.  That’s why we’re all going to die.  We should get rid of them,”  she said.

“We should,” agreed her friend.

“I can’t wait to see the kittens.”

 

 

 

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A new bud on one of my African Violets…it’s so exciting. (2 pictures)

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Lorikeet…

I think Mother Nature
had a full pallet
when she was painting
Lorikeets
a bit of this
a bit of that
and in no time at all
She had a
masterpiece

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The cat…a short story

Cat'S Eyes, Animal Shelter, Mieze

“Hi,” said Sally.  “What’s your name?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I do.”

“Do you have anything to eat?”

“Not really,” she said.  “Part of a cookie.”

“What kind?”

“Oatmeal.”

“Right,” said the cat.  “Then go away.  I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?”

“Whatever I want.”

“You’re not anything like the dog I was talking to before.”

“You can pet me a couple of times, but that’s it.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Do you live with people?” asked Sally.

“A couple of them live with me in that big house over there.”

“So, it’s your house?”

“Yes, but I let them take care of it for me.”

“I see.”

“I let them feed me, buy me toys, and sleep on my bed too.”

“Wow, you’re very generous.”

“Whatever.  As long as they do a good job, they can stay.”

“Speaking of jobs, do you have a job?”

“I work at the bookstore.”

“What do you do there?”

“I let people pet me.  I sleep in boxes and on books.  The person who lives with me works there.  I let her take me with her everyday.  I like it.  I get to meet a lot of different people and sleep in a lot of different places. I actually keep the place going.  If it wasn’t for me, they would have closed a long time ago.  People come in to see me and I show them which books to buy.”

“Sounds perfect.  Cats and bookstores go together.”

“That’s because cats are intellectuals.  We read a lot.  We also absorb the knowledge from the books we lay on, as well.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Don’t feel bad.  It’s not common knowledge.”

Sally nodded.  “Are you a good cat?”

“I don’t understand the question?”

“Do you do what you’re told to do?”

“Who would tell me what to do?”

“I’m not sure.  I was just wondering.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.  Never mind.”

“Does someone tell you what to do, is that it?”

“Sometimes.”

“You should get away from that person.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I like fuzzy things I can throw in the air.  If you stop by again, you can bring me a couple of them.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem.”

“You never told me your name.”

“It’s Raisin.  it’s not my real name, I mean it’s not the one my mother whispered in my ear when I was born, but cat’s never tell anyone their real name.”

“I can understand that.”

“Did your mother whisper your real name into your ear when you were born?  Do humans do that?”

“No, we don’t.  But I think we should.”

“So do I.  You guys could learn a lot from cats, it we felt like teaching you.”

“I’m sure that’s true.”

“I’m gonna take a nap now, so you should go.”

“Okay.  Well, it was nice talking with you,” said Sally.

“I’m sure it was but it wasn’t horrible for me either, so I’ll let you live.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem and don’t forget the fuzzy things, next time.  I like the color blue, but red’s fine too.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m sure you will,”  yawned Raisin. “Nite.”

“Sweet dreams,” whispered Sally.

“What other kind are there?” muttered the cat, turning on his side.

Sally blew him a kiss and started to leave.

“I felt that,” he said.

She laughed and walked away.

 

 

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”On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot, ‘ Tis a silly place.” REST IN PEACE TERRY JONES OF MONTY PYTHON — blackwings666

Terry Jones – Actor, writer, comedian, screen writer, film director and historian. February 1, 1942-January 21, 2020 […]

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Sometimes…a poem

Heart, Watercolor, Red, Valentine, Day

sometimes hearts bleed
around the edges
they can’t contain themselves
whether it’s because they are full of
Love
or full of
Pain
either way
they just bleed

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