What's Up, Suzy? Open Suzday Thread!

 

            It was one of those quiet days with just about nothing going on. Catfurday afternoon, a yawner. I was sitting here at the big salvaged desk picking through the internet, seeing if there was a story rattling around in the story box.
            Suzy appeared at my right elbow, waiting silently for a chance to speak. It’s nice of her to wait so politely. Her brother isn’t like that. Insistent might be the word for him!
            Anyhow, finally I said, “Hey Suz, what’s cookin’ upstairs today?”

          “I’m trying to get everything to work together. There are a lot of things to think about, and the edges don’t seem to fit each other,” said Suzy with a tiny furry frown between her ears.
            “Isn’t that a very big thing for a very small cat to be worrying about?” I asked her.
            “You have to understand, P-lady, that I have really got nothing to do but think. It maybe look as if I’m asleep, but I assure you, I’m thinking,” she said.
            “OK,” I said. “Let’s check you out. Do you believe in the Forest People? That’s a thought project if I’ve ever heard of one,” I said, trying to wrest the subject matter away from a Unified Field Theory, which I do believe might be a lot for a small feral kitty.
            “I see what you did there,” said Suzy.
            “Well, how about that! So what do you say? Yea or nay?” I persisted.
            “It isn’t a matter of whether I believe or not,” said Suz. “They do or they don’t quite independently of what I believe to be true!”
            “OK. Well, which do you prefer? A mysterious race of Forest Keepers, part legend, part science, part totally unknown? Or a boring world with no mysteries in it?” I said.
            “There are plenty of mysteries already. We don’t need Forest People,” she posited.
            “Maybe it doesn’t matter if we need them or not?” I said.
            “Well, to get back to your question, yeah, I believe. Toots has seen them at night walking the highway. I have heard some funky calls in the night, like nothing that is supposed to be out there. I’ve heard all those programs you watch. Yeah, they’re out there,” said Suzy.
            “That’s pretty much what I think, Suzy. But I sure wonder what they’re made of and what they’re doing all the time!”
            “It’s going to take more than podcasts to figure that out,” said Suzy. “Maybe what we need to do is ask them.”
            With that, she jumped down to my knee, and then the floor and wandered off to look for the Unified Field again, or something.
            Willie caught my eye and winked. He had been listening, as usual.
            “It makes her happy, you know, biting off too big of a bite gives her plenty of chewing to do,” he giggled.
            “She may get there, Willie!” I said. “Stranger things have happened, I think.”

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