Honest Conversation Is Overrated
Actual Human Interactions Witnessed Or Overheard
In Twentieth And Twenty-First Century America
In Twentieth And Twenty-First Century America
Me, at 11:00: "I am very tired, Selina. Can you not wake me up at any point tonight?"
Selina: "Of course, I am also very tired. That is why I am lying on my back on the windowsill." Me: "Cool, good night." Selina at 1AM: "I FOUND ANOTHER BALL!!!! IT WAS ON THE FLOOR WHERE I LEFT IT YESTERDAY!!!! WATCH ME PLAY WITH IT!!!!" Me: "GO. AWAY." I close the door. Selina at 2AM: "LET ME INTO THE ROOM!!!! I CAN'T FIND THE BALL ANYMORE!!! DO YOU HAVE IT??? IS IT .... NEVERMIND, I FOUND THE BALL AGAIN!!!! IT WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME!!!!" At some point, I got up, went to the bathroom, and left the door open. Selina at 330AM: "GUESS WHAT I FOUND? I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT, IT'S ROUND AND AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" MF Goose, hopping on to the bed: "You'll have to excuse me. I couldn't listen to that cat for another second. I have brought you the ball. Would you please be so kind as to put it somewhere Selina won't find it? Thank you, and good night." She curls up next to me and goes to sleep.
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Selina: I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.
Me: Ugh. What do you want? Selina: SOMETIMES THERE IS SOMETHING ON THE FLOOR AND I THINK IT'S ONE THING BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT TO BE SOMETHING ELSE AND I'M LIKE WOAAAAAAH WHAT IS THAT. BUT SOMETIMES THERE IS SOMETHING ON THE FLOOR AND IT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK IT IS, AND I'M LIKE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG I'M SMART. Me: Great. Selina: MORE NEWS WILL FOLLOW! She runs out of the room at full speed. A minute passes. Motherfucker enters. Grumbles. Me: "What's up?" Motherfucker sighs and lays down. Selina enters with a ball in her mouth: "WWK WHT I FND N TH FLR!!!! T STL WRKS!" Motherfucker hops off bed and chases Selina out of the room. I pack the last of my stuff for work. A different ball flies into the room, pursued by Selina. She still has the first ball in her mouth. "M S GD T THS!" From the other room, Motherfucker grumbles. A third ball slowly rolls into view. Me: "I guess it's time to get more packing done."
Gooseface Killah: "I believe if you check the time, it's pet a Motherfucker o'clock." Me: "Sorry, cat. I have work to do." Goose Villanch: "Before you go, I believe it's time we discussed your lord and savior, my belly. If you do not rub it, it will strike you down." Me: "Cat, give me some space. You are totally Selinaing right now." Tougoose-Lautrec: "I did not give you permission to slander me in such a way. I shall now follow you around the house, jumping in every box you create." Me: "Cat. You are In My Way." Goosetina Aguilera: "What a goose wants, what a goose needs, Whatever makes me happy and WHY ARE YOU CLOSING THE BOX ON ME." Me: "Now you're a genie in a bottle, kitten." Box shuffles back and forth on the floor. Goose Bigalow, Cat Jiggle-o: "Please let me out of this box. Please?" Me: "Only if you grant me wishes, you hyperactive dust mop." Punky Gooster: "Please?" Selina: "Human you are home! We have missed you and are starving!"
Me: "Your bowl is filled beyond capacity with food." Selina: "We have missed you and are thirsty?" Me: "Your water bowl is half full." Selina: "We have missed you?" Me: "Ok, let me go put my stuff down before I pet you." Selina: "The thing is. I didn't think you were ever coming back." Me: "Ok." Selina: "But you did. Yay!" Rubs head against shins. Me: "What did you do when you thought I was never coming back?" Selina: "Nothing. Nothing much." Motherfucker meows sarcastically. Selina: "Ok. I threw up on your bed." Me: "SELINA!" Selina: "But I felt bad about it. I remembered that you have left the house before, and always come back eventually. So I felt bad. About vomiting on your bed. So I knocked over your laundry bag and put a pile of socks over the vomit. To clean it up! " Me: "Fucken cat." Selina: "Look, I knocked over the paper towel roll first, but they don't work right. They got all torn up while I was trying to separate them. So. Socks." Me: "You're the worst." Selina: "Wait. Did I say *I* vomited? I meant The Dog did it." Me: "He did not." Selina: "He DID! And then I heroically covered his puke with your socks." Me: "That is definitely cat food puke." Selina: "HE'S BEEN EATING OUR FOOD?" Me: "Nobody likes you." Selina: "Motherfucker loves me." Motherfucker coughs. Selina: "I am glad you are back. You may pet me now." I wake up to a rustling sound under my bed. I hiss, which nearly always gets the cats to stop what they're doing and run out of the room. The rustling stops. Then starts up again. I hiss. This time, there is no pause.
I turn the light on. The rustling continues. I open the bedroom door, thinking one or both of the cats want to go out. I look into the kitchen. Both cats are in a single chair, hanging out. "Motherfucker. Mouse patrol." I have never said this to her before. We don't have a massive mouse problem, but the temperature has just changed, and they sometimes find their way in. Motherfucker always comes into the room when I say her name, so I'm not expecting much when she hops off the chair. Except that, instead of climbing on the bed as usual, she darts underneath and comes out with the mouse in her mouth in about four seconds. She follows me to the living room. I open the door to the porch, where she has never gone. "Drop it out there." She does. Then she follows me back to the room, hops on the bed and starts purring. After a few minutes the rustling sound starts again, but this time it is Motherfucker, licking a plastic bag, which is the only reward she ever seems to require Some day, my cats won't flee in terror every time I sneeze.
1.) This toaster is So Glitchy. The timer on it doesn't work. If this keeps up, I'm going to need to get a new one.
2.) This toaster is obviously broken, and I am not going to be able to toast anything until I buy a new one. 3.) I could just not eat anything that requires a toaster for a while, and just use the stove. 4.) I wonder if Selina killed it with her weird fascination, or if she was fascinated by it because it's slowly falling apart. 5.) I can't believe how long I've been thinking about this toaster without first checking to see if it was plugged in. I arrived at home to find police officers standing in the hallway of my apartment.
Police Officer #1: Hi. We're here for your cats. Me: What? Officer #1: The owner, Miss (Redacted) contacted us. She says that she asked you to watch her cats but that, now that she has her own place, you are refusing to return the cats to her. Me: Who? I've had these cats for almost a decade. I can call the owner of the pet store I got them from right now. I swear, I've never heard of Miss (Redacted) before in my life. Officer #2: Are you (Name Redacted) in Apartment #2? Me: No. I live in Apartment #3. Officer #2: Sorry. Give your cats an extra scratch. And be glad there's no disputed ownership. Officer #1: It's as bad as actual custody battles sometimes. Officer #2: All the time. Human picks up copies of chapbook from one room, moves them closer to suitcase, walks into kitchen. Cat runs full speed toward suitcase, stops six inches away and makes the I'm About To Puke Noise. Human runs screaming at cat, who runs all the way to the other side of the house before vomiting in an empty spot on the living room floor.
Human pets and praises cat for not puking on books. Cat returns to bedroom. Pukes on bed. I was asked to translate my conversations with Selina Ribcage so that people understand why I am so hostile to my Virtue Signaling, Fake Ass Ally Of A Cat, so here you go:
Selina: Are you doing anything for Pride? Me: I'm busy doing some editing now, Selina. I need you to be quiet. Selina: Is that a "no" about Pride? I thought part of being queer was supporting other queer members of your community. Me: Selina, I don't have time to talk to you right now. I'm busy. Selina: If the only queer thing you do is sleep with people of your own gender, you might be part of the problem. Me: What problem? What are you talking about, you miserable cat? Selina: You write a lot about being queer but I never see you at any events or fundraisers. Me: How would you have seen me at any events or fundraisers? You are an indoor cat. You have not left this house since 2011. Selina: So HAVE You gone to any events? Me: Selina, I don't have time to talk about this right now. Especially not to a cat who lives rent free in my house and has been known to puke in the general vicinity of my shoes. Selina: I wouldn't say anything but I recently read an article about how sexually active closeted gay men are part of the patriarchal hegemony that's responsible for Trump's rise to power. Me: I'm not closeted. What are you talking about? Selina: It's all here in this arti-- Me: That link is from The Onion, Selina. It's satire. Also, it's about car maintenance, not sexuality or politics. Selina: I can't read. I'm a cat. But also, there's this article ab-- Me Infowars is not a valid source, Selina. Selina: DON'T SILENCE ME. I AM A HUMAN BEING!!! Me: No, you're a cat. A very loud, extremely obnoxious cat. Selina: I HOPE YOU GET AIDS!!! Me: That is homophobic, and awful. Get out of my room. Selina: BEING MARGINALIZED DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE A BULLY!!!! Me: Get. out. of. my. room. you. stupid. cat. Selina: I WILL PEE IN A PLACE YOU CAN NOT FIND!!!! Me: Shut up. Selina: JUST WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP, I WILL POUNCE ON YOUR STOMACH AND FLICK MY TAIL IN YOUR FACE. Me: Shut. up. Selina: THE REVOLUTION IS COMING, AND FAKE ASS QUEERS LIKE YOU WILL --- HEY!!! PUT ME DOWN!!! I WILL NOT BE CARRIED OUT OF THE ROOM AND DISPOSED OF LIKE ONE OF YOUR CAT HATING EX-BOYFRIENDS. I HAVE RIGHTS!!!! I close the door, and go back to editing. Selina: TYPICAL LEFTIST BULLYING BEHAVIOR!!!! THIS ISN'T FACEBOOK, ASSHOLE!!! YOU CAN'T BLOCK ME!!! I WILL SCREAM UNTIL --- IS THAT A GLASS OF WATER? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! MEEEEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???? Me: Shut. the fuck. up. After a few minutes of silence, there is the sound of scratching at the door. Selina: LET ME IN SO I CAN TELL YOU WHY ALL OF YOUR WRITING IS GARBAGE. Me: SHUT UP. Selina: DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE, I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU BE A BETTER PERSON. |
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