An imaginary conversation with my cat

Get your tail out of my nose. Some of us are trying to sleep in.

Squeeeek.

There is food in your dish. Go and eat it and leave me alone.

Squeak.

Shut up. You do, too.

Peep.

(Throws stupid cat on floor…one hour later he is back)

Purrrrrrrrrrrr. Head butt. Purrrrrrrrrrr.

Go away, Ratty. Remember what I said about sleeping? It’s still true.

Purrrrrrr

I don’t need a cat to lay on my head right now. Go away and be quiet. (Shoves cat to foot of bed)

(Stupid cat puts his wet cat nose on my (still trying to sleep) nose and breathes intently.)

A certain cat is going to be living outside permanently if he doesn’t get away from me with his icky cat nose. Do something useful. Make me some coffee.

Squeak.

Stupid rat.

(Boops me on the nose with his paw)

Goodbye, Kitty. (Kitty lands on the floor with a loud thump and stomps down the hall in a huff.) Little cat feet my ass.

Mrrrrrrroooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww.

I hate cats.

(Clomp, clomp, clomp back to the bedroom like a herd of elephants with giant walkers and wooden clogs) Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (Jumps on headboard, stalks back and forth like a very rotund miniature tuxedo lion)

Shut up and lay down.

(Jumps from headboard onto pillow, walks down my entire body, flings himself dramatically into an elegant position and promptly goes to sleep)

Fucker. You could have at least brought me the coffee. I hate cats. I am going to stay home all day today and poke you with a stick every time you fall asleep or even look like you are about to sit down. No! I am going to go to the pound and get the most irritating dog in the world to be on your ass night and day. I don’t care if I never sleep again. Making you suffer will be worth it (scritching Kitty under the chin) Asshole. Stop being cute. You aren’t impressing anyone.







An imaginary conversation about Stevie Wonder

And so you wait to see what he’ll do
Is it sun or snow for you?
But it breaks your heart in two

‘Cause you’ve been fooled by April
And he’s gone, and he’s gone
–Stevie Wonder/Summer Soft

God, I hate Stevie Wonder. Please put on something else.

How can you hate Stevie Wonder? He’s amazing!

Amazingly dull.

What is wrong with you?

Yeah, yeah. Child prodigy. Blind kid. I acknowledge the talent. I just don’t want to hear Songs in the Key of Life again.

You have such terrible taste.

I picked you, didn’t I?

Did you? Last I heard you were keeping your options open.

What? Don’t look at me that way.

What way?

Like you’re going to say something that will kill me.

Don’t worry, I’m not.

I would pick you, if I picked anyone, you know.

No, I don’t know. I’m taking it on faith.

Well, I would.

OK.

Just OK?

I’ll turn it off.

Thanks.

You’re welcome.

What is going on??

You can call me when you decide. If you do. I’d like to know. I’m going to go home.

You can’t just leave…

Can’t I?

What do you want me to say?

Nothing. Something. Everything. Not much.

Talk to me.

Talk to you? About what?

What’s going on?

You tell me. I’m always telling you what I feel. It’s your turn now.

I’m not the one leaving…

No. But you won’t say if you really want me to be here, either. I’m just giving you the space to decide.

I don’t need space!

What do you need?

I need…I don’t know what I need.

You know what I need?

No, what?

I need you to be able to tell me what you need. Or what you want. I need you to be able to tell me something. Anything at all. I need you to stop saying nothing.

But I don’t know if I can.

And that is why I am leaving. As long as you have something, you won’t care about having everything.

I’m not sure I understand.

I’m pretty sure you do. Call me when you want to talk about it. I’ll listen.

You know I will always love you.

Of course you love me. I rock.

You do.

Thanks, Tyler

I will talk to you soon, I think, Marla.

You met me at a very strange time in my life…

Come back and make me some soap.

Let me know when you’re ready.

Love.

Always.







An imaginary conversation about buying beer

I definitely know where to pick up guys with beards now.

You need to pick up guys with beards why?

I don’t need to. I already have one. But if I did, I found the mother lode.

And where is this treasure trove of bearded manliness located?

The growler fill store! I was the only female type person there and they all wanted to help me pick the best beer possible.

Right. That is what they wanted.

And they were hoping I would share it with them in bed.

What!?

Well, they were.

Of course they were, you’re adorable.

You’re not objective. I am older than they are.

Can adorable ever be objective? Maybe they think slightly older women are hot.

Maybe. Thanks for thinking I’m adorable even if it’s subjective.

You’re welcome.

Aren’t you going to ask me what we picked?

We? Really?

It was kind of a group decision.

How big was this group?

You’re jealous that random beer store guys helped me pick out an IPA?

No! Yes. Kind of.

Now that is adorable, and flattering too.

So, what did the horde of bearded admirers pick out for you?

It wasn’t quite a horde. There were three of them. A triumvirate of bearded beer geeks. You think I let them decide for me? I am nearly as beer geeky as any cute guy with a beard.

Good point. What did they propose? Wait, you didn’t mention that they were cute…

RPM, something from Lagunitas, and the Stone double IPA. If they weren’t cute, would I have mentioned them at all?

You never can resist a double or triple…and yes, you still would have mentioned them.

True. But I love Boneyard, too.

I know.

You’re right, though.

And you admit it? Wait, which part was I right about?

I always admit when you are right. I just don’t admit when I am wrong. And don’t raise your eyebrow at me.

Sorry. So RPM or Stone?

Stone. Want some?

I’ll get the glasses.







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