"Whatever happened to those kids who were going to get Congress to change gun control laws. They had their pictures on the covers of magazines, were interviewed, marched, got everyone excited and then..."
"Nothing ever comes of things like that. The rich women went to Washington, all huffy, about a shooting in THEIR neighborhood. Nothing happened for them either. I bet that was a surprise. Entitlement brings certain expectations you know. Anyway, the government lets people blow off steam, while they take money from gun lobbyists. Then they just wait until everyone gets tired of demonstrating and yelling. They know that eventually everyone will go back to their regular lives. No matter how many kids die in school shootings, no matter how many people march for BLM, or women's rights, nothing happens and it won't...not until we the people, make a new government."
"And when will that happen?"
"Never."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
"Why are you bring that up?" she asked, giving him a heaping plate of cat food.
"I was just thinking about how long it will take for people to rebel."
"Good luck with that," she snorted.
"Doesn't the government care how many of your kids die from gun violence?"
"No. They're too busy protecting the cells of a fetus, to think about kids who are hungry and cold, shot to death in classrooms and all the rest. It's not about what's right and wrong, it's about controlling certain populations."
"And you guys just let it happen?"
"I'm not talking about this again, because nothing has changed and you know they've made it impossible for us to change anything."
"Maybe you should start a new country. You guys did that to the Native Americans. Just name a place something new and form a different government. Be sure you have a flag. I've heard that flags are important."
She stared at him. "If only."
"I like this food. You can bring it again."
"Thanks" she said, getting some treats out of her tote bag.
"Are we having a valentine's Day Party?" he asked, washing his whiskers with his paw.
"Sure."
"If it's a day of love and we all love hamsters, so how could it be a bad thing to bring a bunch of live hamsters..."
"No. Absolutely not."
"You're no fun. You probably already know that, since I can't be the only one to have told you. But I was wondering if you could get us a seal. They seem to have a lot of them in California and I figured they wouldn't miss one, or two, of them."
"You do know that seals are BIG animals, don't you. And they can't run, so you can't chase them and play with them. They could roll on you and squash you like a bug, or maybe eat you."
"So, will you order one?" he asked, hopefully. "They don't sell them on Amazon. I already looked. The only ones they have are stuffed ones for kids."
"You actually thought Amazon sold live seals?"
"They sell everything else, so why not?"
"Sometimes you make me feel as if I'm living in THE YELLOW WALLPAPER."
"Are you saying that I'm driving you crazy and one day I'll see you crawling along the curb muttering to yourself?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
"You need to chill out," he said.
"You read THE YELLOW WALLPAPER?"
"I sat in on a lit class a couple of summers ago, so yeah, I read it. The other woman in the story was the real enemy."
"Yes, I know."
"Human females are low on the totem pole."
"Ya think?"
"I do, that's why I said it."
"Sometimes you make me tired."
"That's a good thing, right? I mean you're always exhausted."
She nodded. "I'm trying to solve the world's problems through sleep depravation."
"I don't think that's going to work. No one even knows what you're doing."
"I was being facetious."
"Maybe you should get people together to clean up the plastic laying on beaches."
"We don't live by an ocean."
"We live by a big lake," he said. "A REALLY big lake."
"I think it's pretty clean. They have who people take care of that, at least in the rich areas."
"Why can't they do that everywhere? I mean by the oceans."
"They obviously don't want to."
"Again...your species are slobs and idiots."
"And?"
"Just saying."
"It's called stating the obvious."
"I'm ready for a nap."
"Well, don't let me stop you," she said, cleaning up. "Tell Jinx hello. His food is right here and I'll see all of you tonight."
"Don't forget about the seal."
"What seal?" she said, standing up.
"You do know that I know your credit card number, right?"
"Sweet dreams," she whispered, kissing his face. "I love you."
"Yeah, I know. Just not enough to get me a seal."
She ran her hands over his side, kissed him again, and walked away as his eyes were closing.
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