"That's insane," he said, staring at her.
"I know. But you can't get into the DMV without an appointment, and they don't have any appointments. Well, they do have appointments downstate, which is almost five hours away. Or maybe there was one that was only about an hour or so away."
"When is your license up?"
"Monday."
"Seriously?"
"I didn't think I'd have any trouble getting it. I never had trouble before. I came home and looked on line, to make an appointment, and went through the calendar up to 2025, before I quit looking. No appointments."
"Government."
"So I probably can't even make an appointment for NEXT time my license is up, because they don't have any."
"You know Tammy?" he asked. "She's white with a black tail and one black ear."
"Yes, I know her. She's beautiful."
"The little girl she lives with painted her claws pink."
"I bet she looks cute."
"She's a cat. Cat's don't wear claw polish."
"They do now," she said, smiling. "What does Tammy think about her claws?"
"She likes them. Now the other cats are thinking about going to her house to see if the little girl will do their claws."
"That's pretty funny."
"Not really," he sighed. "But it will wear off soon, I hope. Pun intended."
"You know about puns?" she asked, surprised.
"I know about everything," he said.
"I asked the woman standing guard over the doors at the DMV why she couldn't make an appointment for me and she said she couldn't. The woman next to me said, to that same woman guard, that she called the number she gave her the last time she tried to get in, three different times and no one answers. The woman looked at both of us and said, call the number. I guess it doesn't matter if the number actually works, they just want people to go away. So I'm assuming that people will be driving on expired licenses, since they can't get into the DMV."
"What happens if you get pulled over?"
"If they can't let me renew my license, what am I supposed to do?"
"You should have been a cat, this time around."
"I don't doubt that, but I never, ever, ever, ever, ever want to come back to earth, no matter what I could be."
"What if you're made to come back?"
"Who, or what, would make me come back?"
"No idea but what if..."
"Argggggg! NOOOOOOOO."
"Jeez, bring it down a notch," he said. "More treats please."
She opened a new bag of treats and gave him a handful. "I'm tired."
"There are excessive Heat Warnings up, until tomorrow night," he said. "Sever Weather, it's called."
"Why do you think I'm soaking wet?" she asked. "The dew point is 70, which means it's UNCOMFORTABLE out here."
"You seem as if you're standing on the ledge of a tall building wondering if you can fly."
She let out a breath and nodded. "That's exactly how I feel."
"You can't fly, you know that, right?" he asked, moving closer to her.
"Yes. I know that, but thanks for the reminder."
"Sure."
"We haven't had temps this hight, at the end of August, for thirty years. At least that's what my phone said."
"Your phone talks to you?"
"No, I read it on my phone. I have a thing that tells me what the weather is."
"But that thing is alway wrong," he said. "It's not even as good as a broken clock. A broken clock is sure to get the time right twice a day, but not the weatherpeople. And it's so easy to solve their problem. All they have to do is look out of the window."
"I know, but once or twice a year the weatherpeople get it right."
"By accident."
"I'm sure," she agreed. "But looking out of the window only let's them know what's happening right there."
"And?" he asked.
"You're right," she said. "That is what they should do."
"Some people think the government is responsible for what happened in Hawaii. Word is that the government targeted certain areas, where cars were melted and the trees next to them, were fine."
"Do you believe that?" she asked. "Like a laser strike?"
He shrugged. "It's easy to believe anything about the government. They'd do it if they wanted the land, or wanted to get rid of people, or something, but I don't know if they did it. Still, nothing would surprise me."
"I saw that some people are helping the animals who were hurt in the fires."
"Yes, people are helping them," he agreed.
"There are good people in the world," she said.
"A few," he said, licking his paw. "You should go home."
"Really?"
"You're falling asleep."
"I am?" she asked.
"Yes, you are. So am I."
"Okay, then," she said, grabbing her tote bag. "See you tonight."
"I'll stop by."
She kissed him and petted him, then waved, and walked away.
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