Purrfect Composure™

 

The two glamorous young fellows.

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          Suzy and I were having a little conversation at the old salvaged DOD desk yesterday. She has more room to move up there since the recent updating of that landscape. We had been listening to some surf music, Swaying Palms, by the Aqua Velvets. Suzy often requested surf music. She said it was practically like taking a quick vacation to sunny beaches and palm trees.

            I asked her what it was like to be a plain little cat with such glamour young fellows around stealing all the oxygen in the room.
            She said, “Oh, that’s a human thing. We cats don’t put much stake in personal appearance. All cats are not grey in our minds, we do note the differences, but we don’t consider one cat better than another because of the pattern or color of our fur coats.
            “On the other hand, we all, unless something has gone terribly wrong, feel quite glamorous.”
            “How does that work?” I said.
            “Well, look at those kittens. They don’t care that they have fancy spotted coats. They just feel like kittens. What is important to them is to be loved and treated well. Mrrrp? Is it not so?” she said.
            “I believe you, and that seems quite fair,” I said.
            “That’s all we older cats ask too,” she said.
            “Well, you know, Suzy, I think the same could be said for anyone, anyone with good sense. We people often get caught up in desires for more than that. Accomplishments and possessions. It’s exhausting in the long run. Sometimes I think you cats have this figured out,” I told her. She seemed pleased, if the purring I heard was any indication.
            We sat together and listened to the music for a few minutes.
            “Say, Suz, did you know that today is Suzday? How about that?” I asked her.
            “You know what I’m going to say, right?” she said.
            “That all days are about the same to you?” I said.
            “Pretty much, but I’m still tickled that you guys named a day of the week after me!” she laughed. “Toots is proud of her day too!”
            “What would you like to do on your day?” I asked her.
            “Some more surf music would suit me fine,” she said. “How about Twilight of The Hepcats, on Guitar Noir? I don’t know what hepcats are, but they must be cool!” she said.
            “Right! That was their total deal!” I said. “They were very cool, Miss Suzy!”
            So, we listened to the song together. Then she went off to catch up on her napping on the back of the sofa.

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