So I am sitting here eating pistachio-marshmallow pudding and drinking red wine. And I think to myself, this sure is strange. Life sure is strange. I ask the cat what he thinks about this and he says that back when he lived with the queen of England, they used to sip red wine and eat green pudding after a hard day of ruling the country. He says it's not strange at all. He also says that he did not expect to end up here in Longface after living with the Queen, but he kind of likes it. He says that all those diplomatic issues were giving him ulcers.
Today I attached Pikachu to the handlebars of my motorcycle. I think he'll learn to like his new home. It's probably not what he expected to happen to him after he got out of that little bubble-toy machine, but I think he'll be a better Pokemon because of it.
And then we're back to me, with my dirty spoon and wine glass. In all of my plans for myself, I never imagined having discussions with cats, or riding motorcycles with cartoon characters, or many other things that I find myself doing almost daily. And sometimes it is hard to talk to my other friends who don't know how to relate to these sorts of things. They are living the life that I thought I would be; applying to Ivy League grad schools and working on important internships. It is hard not to get jealous when they talk about these things. But what is it all worth, I wonder, if they don't know how to talk with cats?
2 comments:
upwards and onwards.
they will make you look and look again; but how propped up are they?
eye ended up somewhere more than those ivy-leaguers would have thought--and they had it much easier.
but they don't know about talking to cats or donkeys or dogs or the woods or the streets. No they don't. And I also know about good cheese and I'll soon know how to make it.
they buy it and eat it and don't really know if they should like it or not. what a question?!
I want to learn how to make cheese!
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