DAY 29 OF FLASH AUGUST FICTION. Has to be about cats today. I have had vivid dreams the last couple of nights. The dream interpreters all say that if you dream of cats, it’s about your relationship with the feminine. I had a long dream of all these playful cats, and they were climbing on me everywhere I went and following me. Wow. I remember those days. I was a young guy once. Don’t worry. It won’t be too personal. I have done a lot of animal stories this month. I guess this is another one.
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Dream of Cats
Waking Sleep
512 WORDS, WRITTEN IN ABOUT A HALF HOUR.
Tipsy walked along the top of the wooden fence between the yards and the alley. She’s in good standing with pretty much everyone. She gets what she needs and she minds her own business. She sits elegantly on the top of the fence and looks into Miko’s yard. Miko is tolerant. Miko doesn’t hate Tipsy. But Tipsy know not to go into Miko’s Yard. That would be dumb. It’s just genetics, that’s all that is.
Frida is a couple of yards over. The sliding door opens. Tipsy’s head turns, and Frida jettisons out onto the porch and across the yard. Onto the wooden fence, she patters, and she and Tipsy rush toward each other. They greet one another, rubbing necks and noses.
“Don’t you smell good.” Frida says.
“They had it last night for dinner, and I got some for breakfast.” Tipsy explains.
“Cereal again for me.” Frida says.
“There are some of those oily cans in the alley,” Tipsy tells her.
“I need the fat so bad.” Frida says, “Do you mind if I… ?
“Oh, of course not, that’s the point.” Tipsy assures her.
They jump down from the fence and run to the garbage receptacles, a couple of houses from Frida’s. There are a couple of canned mackerel cans protruding from a white garbage bag. Inside twenty seconds, Frida is licking the oil from inside the empty can.
“Did you get lucky?” Tipsy asks.
“A couple of little tiny pieces, but they left most of the oil, and that’s just what the Dr. ordered, really.” Frida explains as she licks her lips and cleans her face with the back of her paw.
“I understand why we live like this. But why do they make each other live like this?” Frida asks Tipsy.
“That’s a really tough question” Tipsy responds. “If they try to change it really fast, the ones who have never had a chance, never get their chance because everything gets destroyed. That’s just a fight between the ones who have always had a chance, then nothing really changes.”
She continues: “If it changes too slowly, the ones who never had a chance, at least have a chance, but there are always the ones who are too lazy to work who lie to them, press them down; who control and abuse the systems, while the earnest ones who are doing busy things are not paying attention.”
Frida then offers a point. “A lot of it looks like they get free cereal as long as they agree not to hunt or fish and compete for the meat.”
“Oh yeah.” agrees Tipsy.
Frida continues:“I wonder why they never strike a balance.”
“Well,” Tipsy says.” They kill anyone who tries that. “That’s something it seems a lot of them agree on.”
They walk back down the alley and hop back up on the fence in front of Tipsy’s place. They see Tipsy’s litterbox being dumped into a can on her back porch.
“They should be like us and find some other species to work for them while they play.” Frida says. They both laugh.
The End.
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Dream of Cats