The Meek Shall Have More Children

I was at café where I document some of the happenings of the girls, the orange juice was from bad oranges, bitter, acidic, cold, you should not drink orange juice that is bitter, acidic and cold. You go to a café, you pay for the juice so you feel like you have to drink it, and I did. This is just one of the silent ways by which the dollar controls your life.

Anyway, Lauren walked in, surely an accident, but I can’t take any chances, in my next book I am going to make sure that I live in a different city from my main characters that way I can remain objective and not emotionally involved. In this case, Lauren must still remember the little incident at the bar where I scratched that woman’s lips with a fork, frankly I had forgotten about it, so many things have happened on top of that that it almost doesn’t exist anymore. But the point is that I managed to get out of the café without Lauren noticing, though part of me wanted to stay and just have a chat with her, but no, she is so busy trying to solve cases she might just impound me. I left.

Now here, at a less comfortable café, where the waiters are too happy to serve me and I find it difficult to believe, where I am near the door and a bone bruising cold is endemic to the place, I come to continue about the girls. There have been some petty details which I have not documented, and so I will try to bring you up to date a little.

Loki and Pacho were now not the only cats in the house, there were now four cats, that’s right I said four felines two males and two females. This had changed the house frenetically; Loki was always on kill mode, and Pacho was always on frightened runaway mode. Loki did not ask himself philosophical questions like, “am I my brother’s killer?” This lack of incertitude allowed him to be wholly controlled by a raw interest, in getting the girls by eliminating the competition. Loki wasn’t familiar with the concept that you could talk your way into female preference, he insisted that killing Pacho would eliminate his only competitor, and thus he would be a successful progenitor of his species. Further Loki wasn’t aware that researches had discovered that dominant males live shorter lives, apparently the stress of being on the alert and on the attack, kills longevity. Loki didn’t know that, see Loki didn’t even know what ignorance was, so much so that he didn’t know that L and A had had the females neutered. And so nothing he did now was going to ensure the success of him, you could be less afraid for his species. Any observer would have to then conclude that Loki wanted the girls just for pleasure, or maybe Loki really just got a bigger kick out of being an aggressor cat, after all that was what he actually did most of the time.

Now then, one day Antoinette is sitting on the couch reading, something to do with fantasy, you know the genre, those books in which people are half gods with human perversions and animal instincts, there are a more princesses and kings and lords and dwarfs than normal people, and everyone is a controversial zygote that has more eternal lives and sexual fantasies than empire. I don’t know why Antoinette reads those books, maybe it is because they are so free of boundaries, there isn’t any dimension or team spirit that fantasy characters can not explore, except of course for emotion, emotion never shows up in fiction or fantasy.

She is reading, when suddenly Sara, a cat that Lauren had found begging for love, and only love, Lauren recalls the pet store, she was an older cat, maybe six months old, no one was going to adopt her, she was skinny and homely then, she looked up at Lauren with her snow gray harassing sensitivity, she wasn’t saying please, she was saying “get me out of here, I am going crazy in this cage, I don’t want to be here anymore, get me out of here.” There wasn’t a “please take pity for me, I am hungry, help me.” None of that, instead, “you will take me home.” Now that scrawny cat, had grown into a gorgeous snow leopard, completely indifferent and independent, once in the house, she negated any patronizing love, she didn’t feel that Lauren and Antoinette deserved any particular attention instead she offered to leave them alone if they left her alone.

Sara was laying on the couch next to Antoinette when a sound and movement disturbed her reading, she took notice, and before her was a mother and a newborn, who would soon, because of her impetuous nature, be given the name Lolita. The beautiful irony is that the father isn’t Loki the aggressor cat, but rather the meek and the scared Pacho. Which only proves the biblical theorem: “the meek shall inherit the earth.” And even for more precious irony Lauren and Antoinette had become very protective and tender with the frightened Pacho; by any count the loser was Loki yet he felt in control.

Without discussing the practicality or not of a meek controlled earth, I should tell you that when Lauren and Antoinette had Loki neutered they had nightmares about it, they felt like they were betraying him, and when he got home all less of a male, Antoinette fell into anguished tears. And now that they had a full blown war in their home territory because Lola had given rise to cat aggressions with her cat sexuality, now they wished they had neutered Pacho before Lola’s conception; raising the specter of sensibility into insensitivity.

What they had done was kill the eternity of Loki, they had killed his ability to express himself through a continuum of birth and rebirth, his existence had been punctured, he had been stopped! He was a cat that had been given an immortality suicide pill, he would not reproduce, he would not go on, he would cease to express himself. How long could he live, fifteen years, max it out, regardless of the sum, he was doomed, he was a man on the golden gate bridge committing suicide, he had already jumped, the fall would take fifteen years, the decision had not been his; contextually Lauren and Antoinette had taken a psychotic count of the world cat population, their income, the size of the house they could afford and they decided to spay Loki. This is just one of the silent ways by which the dollar controls your life.