The Conversation…

“I saw your blog yesterday.”

“And?” she asked, unpacking the cat food.

“Two cats and a dog were on it.  I was not one of the cats.”

“They were just pictures,” she said.  “The cats didn’t say anything.”

“Do you know them?  I mean, are you having conversations with other cats behind my back?”

“No.  I do not know them and I am not conversing with other cats.  That’s just silly.”

“Tell me if you start talking to other cats, besides Jinx and our gang.”

“Not gonna happen, so nothing to be concerned about.”

“I’m not concerned.  It’s a matter of…loyalty.”

“Okay.  I’m not talking to any other cats but the ones who live here and visit my place.”

“Why do you put other cats on your blog.”

“I’m not having this discussion,” she said, giving him more treats.

“Aren’t we cute enough for you?”

“You know I think you’re all gorgeous.”

“But not gorgeous enough to be on your blog.”

“Is Jinx still with his new girlfriend?”

“Of course not.  I told you he’s not good with relationships.  He loves them and leaves them, although he’s very kind and sweet.  Cats rarely stay together, when they live on the street.  It’s hard.  They drift away, get hurt, or sick.  They get killed too.”

“Please stop telling me those things,” she said, biting her lip.

“Why?  I’m just telling you how it is.”

“I don’t want it to be that way,” she said, softly.

“Haven’t you noticed that nothing alive gets what it wants?”

She nodded.  “I still want things to be different.”

“Good luck with that,” he snarfed.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” she asked, giving him more food.

“Yes, but I’m disgusted with myself for coming back all the time.  How about you?”

“Same.  At least you grow up fast.  We can’t even roll over or sit up, when we’re born.”

“Humans are pathetic in so many ways.”

“True,” she said, nodding at him.

“The days are a lot shorter now, and the flowers are starting to look worn out.”

“Fall is here.”

“You know, for as smart as you all pretend to be, you can’t actually do much.  I mean change the tilt of the earth so we always have summer, right?  But nooooooo, all your scientists do is write on blackboards, talk among themselves, and play with numbers.  They can’t actually DO ANYTHING.”

“That’s not true,” she said.

“Is too.  A theoretical physicist does…what exactly?” he asked, smiling at her.  “Can any of them tilt the planet?  I don’t think so.  And talking about black holes, dark energy,  and dark matter. gets us…what, exactly?  Why don’t they come up with something we can use?  Like a car that a cat can drive.”

“Where would you go?” she asked, curiously.

“Not the point,” he sighed.  “I saw you watching all those programs.  All the physicists talking for HOURS, but not being able to prove anything…”

“Yet,” she said  “They can’t prove a lot of things yet.”

“How long before they can tell us anything?”

“I’ll be dead for a long time and so will a lot of other generations.  Maybe never.”

“My point exactly.  They play all day, everyday.”

“They do what they love,” she said.  “The things they’re dealing with, are huge.  They are also dangerous and far away.”

“Life is dangerous.  You should know that,” he said.

“I do know that.”

“But no one pays you for knowing it.”

She chuckled.  “Good one.”

He nodded, accepting the compliment.  “You love all that stuff.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not about here.”

“Makes sense,” he said, licking his paw.  “Do you think we came back to this lifetime, together?”

“I do,” she said, immediately.

“Me too,” he said.  “Let’s never come back here again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Deal?” he asked, holding out his paw.

“Deal,” she said, shaking on it.

“You can go now.  I have a lot to think about.  I’m close to knowing what dark matter is.”

“That’s fantastic.  I can’t wait to hear you ideas.”

“Everything is just consciousness, including dark matter,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Those guys should know that.  All that exists is consciousness in all its forms.”

She leaned forward and kissed him over and over again, while he purred.  Then she put Jinx’s food down, grabbed her tote bag, and tip-toed away.

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“You don’t talk about politics anymore,” he said, staring at the food in front of him.

“I’m tired of it, and I’m so angry about the never ending requests for money, that I pretty much hate everyone.  The other day I had fifty-one emails just in the morning!”

“What is this?” he asked, pawing at the dish.

“It’s good for you.”

“No wonder I don’t like it.  Don’t you have any regular food, the kind that’s not good for me?  If you don’t I’m going to starve to death, or eat that bird, over there.”

“You didn’t even try it,” she said, giving him a new plate of food.

“I can smell it.  It’s disgusting.  You try it and let me know how it is,” he said, as he tucked into his regular canned food.

“Are Jinx and Suzie Bell still together?”

“It’s kind of on again, off again. She thinks he works too much?”

“Does he?”

“No.  She just likes attention.  Besides, Jinx has never been one to settle down.  Life on the street is dangerous.  It’s better not to get too attached to anyone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Jinx knows his work is important.  He keeps everyone safe.  He wanted me to talk to you about reading to the cats, now and then.  He said they would like that.  You can do it in the alley, the park, or your at place, but you can discuss it with him, when you see him.”

“I can do that.  Definitely.”

“i know you can do it, but do you want to do it?”

“Yes, I want to do it.”

“Okay.  Jinx with be happy.  He believes education is important, so this will be a good thing.  You still look like someone ran over you.  When are you going to stop being tired?”

“No idea,” she said, putting her head down on one of the cement stair,  “Everyone I know is tired.”

“It’s probably those shots you all got.  You can’t fight the government if you’re asleep, you know.”

“I do know that.  I don’t get enough sleep.  I stay up late and get up early.”

“Don’t do that anymore.”

“Okay,” she chuckled.

“You never had your DNA tested for cat genes.  If you were part cat, you would never have trouble sleeping.”

“True enough.”

“I tried to get a bird book at the library this morning, but someone new is there and she wouldn’t let me take it.”

“Why do you want a book on birds?”

“I want to know how much each one of them weighs.  Just curious, that’s all.”

“You want to know how fat they are, right.”

“Uh, no, of course not,” he said, looking away.

“What happened to the library lady who always lets you take the books.”

“Vacation.  She won’t be back for another week.”

“You could always read books while you’re there, right?”

“No.  Everyone wants to pet me.”

“Ah.  I can see where that would be a problem.”

“And kids have no boundaries.  They smell funny and they’re sticky.  I don’t like them.  They also scream and want to lay on me.  I really hate that.”

“Understandable, but I’m not getting you a bird book so you can figure out which birds weigh the most.”

“You’re trying to control my life,” he said, turning his back on her.

“I’m trying to save the lives of birds.”

“You’re ignoring my true nature.”

“I know.”

“You do?” he asked, turning to look at her.

“Yes, but I don’t want anyone killed and you can eat at my house anytime you feel like it. And yes, I know it’s not about the food, it’s about instinct and the chase, but…”

“What if I tried to stop you from being human?” he asked.

“If only you could,” she sighed.  “If only you could stop all humans from being human.”

“You kill everything, including each other.”

“Fine.  I’ll bring the book tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to.  The weight between birds can’t be that different, and it’s the size that matters.”

“Are you guys coming over tonight?”

“We are.”

“Okay.  I’ll get some catnip mice on the way home.”

“The others will like that.”

“I love you,” she said, touching his face with hers.  “So much.”

“i know.”

“I’ll see you later,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder and neck

“You will,” he said, curling into a ball.  “Be careful crossing the street.”

She smiled, grabbed her CRAZY CAT LADY, tote bag, and walked away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“The dog down the block keeps following the mailperson.”

“To where?” she asked.

“His truck.  I think he wants to go home with him.  He’s a nice dog, but I don’t think he’s happy living where he is.”

“Did he say that?”

“More or less.”

“What does that mean?”

“He made me promise not to tell his family…where he goes.  I think there are too many kids and they’re driving him insane.”

“Kids can do that,” she sighed.  “Poor dog.”

“He keeps running away but he has tags, so people keep bring him back.  He slept with a homeless person the other night and said it was the happiest he’s been in a long time. It was quiet.”

“How terrible.”

“Yeah.  He asked if he could live with the cats but I don’t know if he would be happy here either.”

“Probably not.”

“His name is Gregory.  He hates that too.”

“Is there anything he does like?”

“He said he has a squeaky toy that looks like a banana, and he likes it very much.  He said one of the kids threw up in his bed and now it smells funny, so he sleeps under a table where they can’t reach him.”

“I feel really bad for him.  Maybe there’s something I can do to help him.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.  Take him for a walk.  Talk to him.  Give him hugs.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, why?”

“How would you feel if a stranger came to your house and said she wanted to take your dog for a walk?”

“You have a point,” she said.

“I know.”

“How are all the cats?”

“Fine.  No one is looking forward to the cold weather, so a lot of them are planning on staying with you.”

“Great.  I would love that.  The entire first floor apartment is yours.  That’s why I bought a two-flat.”

“Yeah.  Good thinking.  I like that idea better than your original one.”

“You mean a shelter?”

“Yes.  This is much better,” he said.  It’s a home.”

“I love you,” she mumbled, burying her face in his fur.

“Don’t start this again,” he said, leaning into her.

“I haven’t seen Jinx in awhile.”

“He’s staying with a snow white Persian named Suzie Bell.  She has blue eyes.  I don’t know what he sees in her, but he seems to like her a lot.”

“Suzie Bell?”

“I know, right?  What a name, especially for a Persian.  I think she’s a pure bred.  She’s not at all snobby, like some of them.  She’s actually kind of nice, and Jinx is still doing his job, it’s just that he’s…”

“Not hanging around with you as much, right?”

“I guess.”

“His relationships don’t usually last very long.”

“Always a first time,” he said.

“True.”

“You are beautiful,” she said, kissing him.

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know that too,” he said, head butting her face.

“Are you nice to Suzi Bell?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?  Jinx is my best friend and second in command.  We grew up together.”

“I’m going to kiss you a lot, right now.”  She grabbed him and made num-num noises all over him.

“Ack!” he hissed, struggling to get away.

She let him go with one big kiss and then smiled at him.  “Sometimes love can be annoying.”

“Ya think!”

She straightened his fur then packed her tote bag.

“See you tonight?”

“Probably.  Jinx and are going to patrol the park, down by the pond.  Some of the cats said there are kids there who are mean to them and to the fish.”

“Be careful.”

“Always.”

“Say hi to Jinx for me and tell him I’d like to meet Suzi.”

“It’s Suzi Bell.  She doesn’t like being called Suzi.”

“Got it,” she said, walking away.

“Look both ways when you cross the street,” he said.

She nodded and waved, knowing he was already curling into a ball getting ready for a nap.

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“The Queen died,” he said.

“Yes.  She did.”

“She had a long run.”

“Definitely.”

“She was a dog person.”

“No one’s perfect,” she said, smiling at him.

“I think I’m bigger than her dogs.  They have really short legs.”

“That’s true.”

“Who’s going to take care of them, now that she’s gone?”

“I’m sure there are a lot of people who will care for them.  Why?”

“No reason,” he said.  “They’ll probably miss her.”

“I’m sure they will.”

“Why do animals die so young?”

Her eyes immediately filled with tears.  “To torture people and to reward the animals for coming here to let us love them.”

“I guess that makes sense in some weird and twisted way.”

“It makes perfect sense.”

“We should have a Queen here.”

“That would be great.  A woman’s voice, heard for the very first time.”

“A Queen who loved cats,” he said.

“Of course.”

“Could we ride in the golden carriage?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Horses and cats get along great.”

“I know,” she said, giving him more treats.

“So, if she had horses pulling her carriage, they wouldn’t mind us riding along.”

“That’s true.”

“Think you can make that happen?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We aren’t really a Queen country and men would never allow it.”

“Aren’t you even going to try?”

“I am not.”

“You give up before you even start,” he said.

“There’s no starting.  We don’t do royalty.”

“You can always start.”

“It’s too late for that.  Besides something bad is going to happen to the planet and it’s going to reset itself and then we won’t need any royalty or governments.  Not enough people will be left.”

“You’re a little ray of sunshine, aren’t you.  Will there be cats?”

“I’m sure there will be.  It’s going to be a great world and it couldn’t be great if cats weren’t there.”

“That’s true.  When is it going to happen?”

“I don’t know.  I think some of it has started, with the floods, food shortages, wars, etc.  But what’s coming is big.  Volcanoes, earthquakes and floods, all at the same time.”

“Maybe it won’t happen.”

“Maybe it won’t,” she agreed.  “Andromeda won’t merge with us for four and a half billion years, so that’s not a problem for awhile.”

“Are you coming back to see it happen?”

“Are you?”

“No idea,” he said.  “I like these treats.”

“They’re new.”

“You can get them again.”

“Thank you,” she snickered.

“The vet took one of the cats to the hospital.  She got into a fight and her ear was torn.  She was defending another cat.”

“She was brave.”

“She was.”

“Did she win?”

“Yes.”

“Who did she fight?”

“A dog.”

“Wow.”

“I know.  I’m sure he went to the vet as well.”

“Can I kiss you?” she asked.

“Do you have to?”

She nodded.

“Fine, just make it quick.”

She hugged him and kissed him all over his face and neck, before he shoved her away.

“Thank you.”

“I need a bath,” he grumbled, licking his shoulder.  “Why do you always have to do that?”

“Because if feels so good.”

“For you maybe.”

“Are you all coming over tonight?  It’s supposed to rain.”

“We’ll be there.”

“See you later, then,” she said, picking up her tote bag.  “I love you.”

“I know,” he said, biting his paw.  “You messed up my fur.”

She ran her hands over him a couple of times.  “Better.”

“I guess.”

“See you later.”

“Go already.  You see I’m busy?”

She laughed and said, “Say hi to Jinx for me.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“Do you know that dogs can hear their person coming home a mile away?”

“And?”

“Do you know that dogs listen to their person’s heartbeat and behave according to the mood of their person?

“So?”

“Do you know that dogs then change their own heartbeats to be in sync with their person’s?”

“Can you get to the point?” he sighed, closing his eyes.  “Are you trying to tell me dogs are stupid and needy, or just that cats don’t fawn over the people who who work for them?”

“That’s what you got from what I said?”

“Yeah.  Dogs live for others.  They’re pathetic, selfless, always waiting and trying to please others.  Isn’t that what you were saying?  They have no sense of self.  It’s embarrassing, if you ask me.  I know they can’t help it, but still, they should try and have a little pride in their species.  They play with chickens and don’t even eat them.  Always helping and begging for pets.  It’s humiliating.”

“I don’t know why I bother,” she said, putting a plate of food in front of him.”

“Bother with what?  If you’re trying to turn me into a dog, give it up.  You’re a cat person, you should know we aren’t like dogs.”

“You do share some of the same traits.”

“Blasphemy,” said the cat, glaring at her.”

“It’s true whether you like it or not.”

“What’s wrong with you?  Been watching NOVA again?”

“No.  A program on animal behavior.”

“As if any of you know anything about us, or our inner feelings.  You talk about our whiskers, our paws, tails and abilities, but you don’t know us.  Knowing what we can do, isn’t knowing us.  Seeing how small a hole we can fit through has nothing to do with who we are.”

“You’re right.”

“How many people do you think would believe that you and I talk to each other.”

“Got it.”

“Sure, I would chase a chicken and probably eat it, or at least kill it, not in front of you, of course, but it’s what I do.  I’m the top predator on the planet, except for you guys.  I don’t need a gun or tank, arrows, or anything else to kill.  You can’t do anything by yourselves.  I’d like to see one of you go after a lion with nothing by your hands.  You do everything from far away, then brag about it.  Shameful.  Your species are cowards with egos.”

“So, how was your day?”

“Fine.  I napped, saw a couple of the Queens, visited the inside cat down the block, then took another nap.  How about you?”

“Worked, cleaned, shopped for cat food, and now I’m here.”

“Sad.”

“Yes.  No naps.”

“Sad,” he said again, eating treats.  “It’s getting dark earlier.”

“I know.”

“What is christmas?”

“It’s a story about three men who can’t find their way out of a paper bag, wandering around, on camels, looking for a woman who had a baby by herself, after riding on a donkey, running away from people who wanted to kill her because she was pregnant and not married.”

“That’s what you celebrate?”

“I don’t, but a lot of people do.”

“No cats in the story?”

“Not a single one.”

“Then what good is it?”

“It was just away for men to take over another pagan holiday, that’s all.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“You’re not alone.”

“What about thanksgiving?”

“A holiday of dead birds, dead native americans and pretty much a celebration of thieving, murder and greed.”

“Wow, you guys are evil.”

“No kidding,” she said.  “Do you want more food?”

“No, but a few more treats wouldn’t hurt.”

“Okay.”

“You know that plants poison each other, right?”

“Yes.”

“Trees aren’t always nice either,” he said.

“I know.”

“Everyone is fighting for survival.  This is a deadly place.”

“It is,” she said, petting him.

“Seems wrong.”

“To me too.”

“It could be nice here, but it never will be.”

“I know.”

“Too bad.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to take a nap now.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

She kissed his face and ran her hands down his side.  “So much.”

“I know.”

“See you tonight?”

“Mmmmhnn,” he muttered, as his eyes closed and his purrs grew louder.

“Sweet dreams,” she whispered, as she picked up her tote bag and tip-toed away.

 

The Conversation…

“You haven’t been writing about me lately,” he said. “Is our relationship falling apart.”

“I see you every single day.”

“But you’re not writing about me.”

“You want me to say I’m sorry, don’t you.”

“Only if you mean it,” he said, softly.

“I have new treats.”

“You have time to write about other things?”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you.”

“Just trying to find out what’s going on,” he said, rolling over.

“I have no excuse.  I just didn’t do it.”

“Okay.  So, you don’t love me anymore.  I get it.”

“Of course I love you.  You KNOW I love you.”

“Winter is coming.”

“Fall will be here first.

“We don’t care about fall, we only care about winter, when food is scarce and it’s freezing cold.”

“Right.  That’s true,”  she said.

“That’s why I said it.  I said it because it’s true.”

“I’m sorry about not writing about you.”

“I mean we talk about the important things, I just thought you might want to tell others,” he mewed.

“I know.  Your point of view is important.  It matters.  But there’s no need to use baby talk.”

He head bumped her shoulder and ran his face over her arm.  Then he mewed again.

“I love you,” she said, kissing his neck.

“I’m a cat.  How could you not love me.  I’m perfect.”

She snickered.  “Supposedly everything here has a purpose.”

“That’s true,” he said.  “Cats are here to make life worthwhile for the rest of you.  No one knows why your species is here, other than to destroy everything.”

“I wish I could argue with you.”

“Why?  Surely you know what you are,”  he said.

“Sadly, I do.”

“You never got tested, did you,” he sighed.  “You might have cat DNA and that could mean that you’re not entirely human.  You still have a chance to be saved from that label.”

“I have not been tested.  I positive that I’m completely human and there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“Up to you.  If you don’t want to try….”

“The world is going to change.”

“When?” he asked. “How and into what?”

“I think the planet will  be hit by something and those who are left, will have to work together to survive.  After awhile, the earth will be beautiful, and people will respect each other and war will be over.”

“Are you on medication?”

“Hey, it could happen.”

“Did you binge watch all the Star Trek movies last night?”

“IT COULD HAPPEN.”

“Soon?”

“No.  Probably a couple hundred years from now.”

“So, you and I won’t be around to see it.”

“Unless we’re reincarnated at that time.”

“Why would either one of us want to come back here?” he asked, his tail thrashing back and fourth.  “It’s not like this is a good place.  This is a place of torture.”

“Not for everyone.”

“Yes.  For everyone, including cats and flowers.”

“Are you sorry you’re here?” she asked.

“That’s like asking if you’re sorry you had your last kid.  Once it’s here, there’s no turning back.”

“It’s not like that at all.  I’m just asking if you’re sorry you’re in this lifetime?”

“My life is pretty good, for an outside cat.  Especially since you and the vet came along.  I have a lot of responsibility for the others, you know, and life on the street is hard and dangerous, but I don’t know if I’m sorry I’m here or not because I’m not sure of the alternative and if there would be cats there.  I don’t want to be stuck with humans again.”

“How about dinosaurs?  Do you want to be stuck with them?”

“Again, what is wrong with you?”

“Not sure, but you can all stay with me, over the winter.  You know that. Winter really is coming and you all need to be warm and safe.”

“I told the others and a lot of them want to move in the first floor of your place.”

“I’m already getting everything prepared, because I was hoping some of you would stay.”

“Jinx and I will live with you most of the time.”

“I’m so glad.”

“Tomorrow is my birthday.”

“What?”

“It’s my kitten day.  It’s when I was born.  You have to know what a birthday is.  Birth  Day.  Day of birth.  Tell me you understand that.”

She grabbed him and kissed him all over as he struggled to get away.

“Jeez, back off,” he said, licking his shoulder.”

“I love you so much, I just want to hug you all the time.  That’s not a bad thing, you know.”

“Says you,” he said, washing his face.

“I’m going to have a party for you, so tell everyone to come over tonight.  I have to go because I have a lot of things to buy.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” he said, running a paw over his ear.

“I love you,” she said, picking up her tote bag.  “See you later.”

“Go, so I can nap.”

She kissed him one more time, then hurried away.

 

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“You’re making fun of the other side,” he said.  “I thought you’d be above that.”

“You were wrong.”

“It’s not that I mind, or anything.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you did.”

“You can do whatever you like,” he said.

“I already do.”

“It’s kind if childish, that’s all.”

“No.  It’s not.  That’s just what they tell people to stop them from doing what they don’t want them to do.  They don’t want things to upset the status quo.  It makes me happy to show them as they truly are.”

“Well, to you, anyway,” he said.

“That’s kind of the point.  It’s how I see them.”

“I’m just sayin’ you can catch more flies…”

“Oh, please…the only reason I’d use honey is if I could pour it on them over an ant hill.”

“Interesting.”

“What?  Is that worse than forcing people to reproduce when they don’t want to or when they’re ten years old?”

“No.  It’s not.”

“Here’s what you have to understand.  The ALL the RULES are set up to protect those in power, not the people.  ALL the rules have been made up by men, to serve them and their wishes, needs, desires.  Things that are “lady-like” are rules set up to make women docile and weak.  Everything women have been told and taught is to make them easier to catch and work for free.  Anytime a woman doesn’t do something because it’s childish, or un-lady like, you can be sure it’s to stop her from doing something men don’t want her to do.  Once she crosses that line, punishments begin.  She’s called names, sneered at, by men and some women, and her voice is disregarded, which is exactly what’s supposed to happen when women speak out.  But when a LOT of women overcome their conditioning, and speak out, that’s a different story.  By breaking their stupid rules, we give courage to OTHER women, who see that they can do it too.  That’s why men want to stop it before it become contagious and truth and action spread to others.  Then whatever will they do with all of us?  Women have have to be LOUD about what’s being done to them and to girls everywhere.  They have to fight back so ten-year olds are not forced to carry a fetus to term.  We can’t let them OWN us.  So, I can call them anything I like and I can say whatever I want to say, and screw them.  A few really UGLY men get to enslave the entire female population?  Yeah, that’s just hateful and insane.”

“I like this cat food.”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“I heard all of it and I agree, but I can still like the cat food, can’t I.”

“Did you know that the conservatives are boycotting Cracker Barrel because they added vegetarian dish to the menu?  THAT’S what the conservatives are like.  Their way or no way.  Morons.  They don’t have to eat vegetarian food,  but they don’t want ANYONE to eat it either.  Hateful people.  I don’t even know where there is a cracker barrel but I guess I’ll have to find one and eat there, to support them.  Maybe they’re only on the roadside, when people travel.”

“I don’t eat at restaurants.  I eat behind them, sometimes, and I don’t pay for the food either.”

“Just eat the good food I bring.”

“You’d have to come here more than once a day.”

“I will, but you all come over almost every night.”

“That’s true.  Sometimes we just get hungry.”

“Well, come to MY place.  You know there’s always plenty of food.”

“I’ll tell the others, but don’t be surprised if we still eat out now and then.  I mean we are cats and we do catch things and…”

“I get it.”

“Okay.  It’s our nature.  If we could knock planes out of the sky, we would.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you can’t, since the people would die.”

“It’s not about the people.  It’s about the movement.”

“The people wouldn’t care what it was about, believe me.”

“Then people should put things in the AIR.  What do they expect?  They own the earth and the air?  How is that fair?”

“That is a very good cat point.”

“Thank you,” he said, regally.  “I am full of good points.  What are you eating?”

“Chocolate chips out of the bag.  You can’t have any or you’ll die.  Chocolate is poison for fuzzy ones.”

“Don’t drop any.”

“I won’t, but I need a chocolate fix and I need it now.”

“Good thing you don’t drink.”

“True enough.”

“I’m going to nap.  You made me tired.  Just leave Jinx’s food in the usual spot.”

She kissed him and ran her hands all over him, then she put her head on his side and listened to him purr.

“If there were angles, I bet this is what they would sound like if they spoke.”

“You need help.”

She laughed, then picked up her tote bag and left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“How’s it goin’,” he asked, rolling onto his side.

“Same old, same old,” she said, preparing his food.

“That bad?”

“Worse,” she signed, giving him treats.

“Aren’t you supposed to give me treats after I eat?  You always give them to me first.”

“I believe in eating dessert first.  Makes you happy, so you can enjoy your food.”

“I’m a cat.  I’ll eat my food with, or without treats.”

“So you want me to stop giving them to you?”

“I didn’t say that.  I was simply pointing out that you humans seem to believe that treats are a reward for eating.  I don’t know how you can enjoy your food, if you’re so excited to get to your dessert.  You know I’m right.”

“You’re always right and that’s exactly why I try and eat dessert first.”

“Are the republican’s still trying to destroy the country.”

“They aren’t trying.  They are destroying the country.”

“You do realize that america is the terror and laughing stock of the world right now, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“As long as  you know,” he said.  “You kill so many people and animals you should off-world your burial places, or else just cremate everyone.  Pretty soon there will be more people in the earth than on top of it.”

“Off-worlding is only is science fiction at this point.”

“You could just drop the people and animals you murder into a black hole.  You should put the republicans in one.  That’s something to think about.  There’s a gigantic black hole in the middle of the Milky Way.”

“While I absolutely love that idea, getting them there would be difficult.”

“I see your point,” he said, washing his face with his paw.

“We’d need a lot of rockets.  Very costly, even if it was worth it,” she muttered.  “It might work, thought.”

“Did you see the pope apologizing for kidnapping all the indigenous children, putting them in boarding schools, sexually abusing them torturing them and murdering them?  They’re finding graves everywhere.  Over four thousand kids, murdered, or missing.   Anthropologists are going to dig up all the graves and try to identify the children.  They said the catholics keep good records.  They are rapists that just never wind down, but people still go to church.  Tortured kids, sexually abused them, on a daily basis, murdered them and and I’m sorry, is supposed to make it all better. I don’t get your species.  I don’t get people who believe in invisible people and let massive child abuse and murder continue, while they support those who are doing the abuse.”

“I don’t get it either,” she said.  “All these male led institutions talk about kids.  I guess that’s why they all want more of them.  No birth control, women pregnant…they want more kids to have sex with and more kids to torture, and kill.”

“That makes sense.  At least there’s a reason the republicans and catholic church wants to force women to have kids.  Like fresh meat.”

“Horrible analogy, but yes,” she agreed.

“The government is trying to blame the gun sellers for the murders of the innocent.  Do they think anyone buys that?  A women behind a desk said, don’t you feel anything for the people who were killed by the guns you sold, or something like that.  She said that, when the republicans refuse to do a single thing about gun control.  I think it’s called passing the buck.”

“Yes.  I saw that.  And yes, she sounded like an idiot.”

“Do you think a lot of people will die soon. You know, in some kind of civil war?”

“Definitely a possibility.”

“It won’t be like the last civil war, you know.”

“I know,” she said, nodding.

“You have a lot more weapons, drones, and…”

“I said, I know.”

“Going to be massive losses and a big mess.”

“Yes.  It will be,” she said.

“Your biggest problem will be when your own police and army guys turn on you.”

“I’m sure that’s true.”

“They won’t care that you pay them to protect you.”

“No, they won’t.  They follow orders.”

“They’ll kill their own friends and…”

“Can we talk about something other than death and nightmares?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said.  “Seems like that’s all that’s happening.”

“I’m reading a book with a dragon in it.”

“Those guys are huge and there’s no killing them.”

“Why would you want to kill a dragon?”

He shrugged.  “I’m a cat.  It flies.”

“That’s insane.”

“Maybe, but we like to catch things, especially when they’re in the air.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone is going to kill the one in the book.”

“How many pages have you read, and are there cats in the book as well?”

“Just for once, I’d to see the happy side of things.”

“It’s not in your nature.”

“Of course it is.  I was always happy.”

“Yeah, but that was before you became some kind of an adult.”

“What do you mean some kind of an adult.”

“You’re talking to a cat.”

“So?”

“I rest my case.”

“Billions of people talk to their cats and their cats don’t even talk back.”

“I know.  That’s what I mean.”

“I’m going to go home and water the flowers.”

“Okay.  We’ll be over around sixish.”

“Really?  Sixish?”

“Yes.  Why?”

“You’ve never given me a time before.”

“Jinx found a clock.”

“I see.  Okay then.  Sixish it is.”

“So kiss me, tell me you love me and give me pets, so you can be on your way.”

“I knew a guy who said that once,” she snickered.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Did you do it.”

“No.  I laughed and left.”

“That’s right.  Those things are for cats, not men.”

She kissed him, all over his face, told him she loved him and ran her hands over his beautiful body.  He stretched then curled up.  “Sixish,” he purred, as his eyes closed.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“You look like a human with a mission,” he said, staring at her.

“I am.”

“And you mission is?”

“Getting people who are pro women voted into office, which means getting rid of republicans.”

“I guess that’s as good a mission as any.  How much money do you have?”

“Money?”

“You can buy republicans, remember.  Just pay them and they’re yours.”

“I think they only take money from gun lobbies, racists, women haters, religious fanatics, big business, bankers, and homophobic conservatives.  But I’m sure I left out quite a few.  They’re so ugly.  When I look at them I just see maggots and rotten things roiling around on the ground like garbage behind a forgotten building.”

“That’s pretty descriptive.  It almost makes me want to…” he said, gagging.

“Oh, please,” she scoffed.  “You’re a cat.  I’m sure you’ve see some pretty icky things.  In fact, you’ve probably eaten…”

“Not that icky,” he said, closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

“Rotting bodies sensitive, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“It’s gross,” he said.

“It’s not my fault they look like that.  It’s all the evil they do.  It rots them from the inside out.”

“Can we change the subject?” he asked.

“We can, but I don’t want to.  I mean if there was an apocalypse we could just put a few republicans, or mitch, in the middle of the street, and the bad guys would run away, gagging like you just did.  It’s what see of their true selves.  I’ve heard there’s a special place they go to when they die.  A place where women rule, and African Americans and gays are in charge.  White republicans are at the very bottom, making minimum wage and living in abject poverty.  It’s supposed to be a pretty nice place for everyone else.”

“Who’s your source.”

“I can’t disclose my source.”

“I’m a cat.  Who am I going to tell?”

“You’ve seen the movies.  No one discloses their source,”  she said, “even if they go to jail.”

“Those are reporters, you’re just a regular person.”

“That’s true.”

“So?”

“It was just a great dream I had,” she sighed.

“That’s what I thought. Too bad.  I was hoping it was real.”

“It could be.  Maybe it was a prophesy.”

“Do you think republicans have cats?”

“Probably.  But they seem like dog people.  Cats are too independent.  They want total control.  They want slaves.”

“You are all slaves,” he said.  “I thought you knew.”

“I do, actually.  But it’s time for a rebellion.”

“We can help, if you need extra paws.”

She kissed him and gave him more treats.

“Thank you.  I’ll let you know.”

“If there’s a demonstration, we can show up and fill out the group.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” he said.

“It’s hard fighting for the same thing over and over again.  Republicans don’t know how to mind their own business and keep their beliefs off other people who DON’T believe what they do.  It’s a blatant misuse of power.”

“I wish we could get some legislation to stop experiments on cats and the rest of the animals.  No one in government cares about animals either.  They get money and let polluters continue to pollute and they allow Factory Farming and torture.”

“I know.  I’ve worked on all those issues.”

“But nothing changes.”

“Nothing changes fast enough for those who are in pain and suffering.”

“You’re right.”

“I think things might this time.”

“You’re not very bright.”

“Our reach is farther, because of the internet.  Communication and actions can be done quickly and…”

“The other side has those things too.”

“But there are more of us.”

“I hope so.  Having numbers is one thing.  Getting people to take action is another.”

“That’s true,” she said.  “I’m hoping the issue is big enough and people are ready for change.”

“Do you think you can fly, as well?”

“Hey, I’m trying to be positive!”

“You should have told that to me first.”

“You’re sarcastic for a cat.”

“You’ve mentioned that, several times,” he said, licking his paw.

“I have.”

“I know.”

“We have to stop them from killing women.”

“I know.”

“They’re so ugly.”

“I know.”

“This is a wake up call, time to take out the garbage.”

“Don’t start with the maggots, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Jinx would love to help.  He’s very political.”

“He’s so sweet.”

“He can be.  But don’t be fooled.  He’s the best fighter we have.”

“Women have to be the best fighters now, if we are to remain free in the most basic way.  No one should own the body of another person.”

“No, they should not.  Are you going to stay much longer?”

“Why?”

“You’re making me tired and I want to nap.”

She kissed him and ran her hands over him, listening to him purr.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, as his eyes closed.  “So much.”

Then she picked up her tote bag and left him to his dreams.

 

 

 

The Conversation…

“I went to the park today,” he said, stretching.

“And?”

“And, nothing.  I just went to the park.”

“Did you have fun?”

“It’s a park.  I went there to check up on some cats.”

“Supposedly there’s a sudden shortage in birth control pills.  How convenient, when the morons want all women pregnant and out of the picture, as well as poor and desperate.”

“You guys need to get rid of your government and start from scratch.  Maybe give the Native Americans their land back, divide the wealth, bring equality into the picture and end violence.”

“I’ll get right on that.”

“Good.  You’ve already waited too long.”

“I got took out all my books by Andrea Dworkin.  They are underlined in read, with stars in the margin.  She was my go to person for keeping my rage and determination alive.  I have everything she wrote.  Amazing person.  Incredible perception and fantastic author.  She should be required reading.”

“As if your school system would teach anything important.  Now they want to remove books they don’t like from the shelves in libraries, and you think they’ll replace them with books that tell the truth?  They are erasing slavery in history books.  You live in a dream world, if you think anything meaningful, or truthful, will be taught.”

“Good point,” she sighed.  “If only I could be like Sylvia Beach, and start a bookstore in this country.  I pulled out my Bell Hooks books as well.  I’m getting ready for the war that’s eventually going to breakout.

“If I gave you four of my lives, you wouldn’t live long enough to read all the books you have yet to read.”

“So?”

“Just saying.”

“I’m reading three books now, so I’ll get to all, or at least most of them.  Not a problem.”

“But you keep adding to the piles.”

“Well, one book, or subject, often leads to another.  I mean there are new books out on  Multiverses and…”

“Europe is on fire.  Not all of it, just some houses and wild places in a village outside London, I guess.  Wild grass.  High temps. They’re talking about celsius things.  What’s that?”

“It’s metric and american’s refuse to deal with that type of math, even though the rest of the world uses it.  Good thing there’s no climate change, right?”

“Parts of France, Greece, Spain and a few others are burning too.”

“Ack.”

“Australia’s environment is in a “shocking” decline, at least that’s what the news said.”

“Can we talk about something nice,” she asked.  “Please.”

“If you can think of anything.”

“So, that’s a no, then.”

He shrugged.  “I mean everything about cats is wonderful, but you already know that.”

“You have to live in Canada for three years before you can become a citizen.”

“Does that go for cats too?”

“I don’t know.”

“If you move, can you fit all of us in your car?”

“I’ll get a big van.”

“Okay,” he said, agreeably.

“You want to come with me?”

“Do they have winter?”

“Yes.”

“Like ours?”

“Yes.”

“I hate that.”

“I think there are places where it’s nicer,” she said.

“You can look things up you know.”

“I know.  But I don’t want to.”

“I think it should be legal to shoot drones out of the sky.”

“So do I,” she said.

“Can you?” he asked.

“I doubt it.  Only the criminals have rights, nowadays.”

“Not too backward,” he said.

“Tell me about it.”

“You have a 988 national suicide hot-line in the country now.”

“I heard.  Our youth is in crisis.  They are having mental health problems due to isolation, covid, on and off line bullying, climate change, lack of hope for the future, racism, sexism, and they don’t know how social media is involved because the companies won’t give the researchers any information.

“Kittens don’t get depressed.”

“I’m so happy about that.”

“No one else is destructive.  Just you.  We don’t even think about the future, we just live each day as it comes, but we’re starting to think that if you blow everything up, that will be bad for us.

“You’re right.”

“I’m against that.”

“Don’t blame you.”

“There are so many of you and yet, a few ugly men get to boss everyone around.  How stupid are you?”

“I think that’s obvious.”

“I’m tired,” he said, curling up.

“So am I,” she said, “but one more thing.”

“What?”

“Jesse White is Secretary of State.  He’s well liked.  The icky people, wanting to get republicans in power in the city, found someone with the same name and he’s on the ballot, so people will vote for him, thinking it’s out Jesse white.”

“Evil.”

“Yes.  Evil.  I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“Understandable.”

She laughed and kissed him.  “Later.”