Yes, my Queen?
Eco? I don’t know. Why do you ask?
Because mom wants me to write a post for her about eco. I have no idea what that is, so I don’t know what to write.
How did mom come up with that word?
Not sure. Maybe she was drinking her happy juice again. I heard mom mention another human named Linda G. Hill, but I don’t know what that has to do with anything. She’s so cryptic…I have to decode everything mom says. Humans speak a weird language.
Ziva, all we ever say is Meow ten different ways. I wouldn’t speak unkindly about the human words.
I suppose, but I still don’t know what to write. This will be recorded for posterity and I don’t want to sound dumb.
Do you want me to comment on the word dumb?
Okay then. Why don’t you take a nap and reconnect with your inner cat? Like you always do. Maybe you’ll dream about eco-whatever and then you can say something that’s intelligently made up.
Hmmm…that might work, except mom said it had to be done by Saturday morning. I don’t have time to nap.
Sucks to be you.
Gibbs! I didn’t ask you to be snarky. You’re supposed to be helping me, not making fun.
You’re too easy.
Well, okay. I can help. I have experience in these matters you know.
Really? When you write for mom, you only talk about cat stuff – pooping, eating, playing, and pooping. You never get word assignments.
Do you want my help or not?
Can you write about socioeconomics?
How about preconceptions?
What’s with the ten-cent words? No.
I’m going to nano you in a minute.
You mean like when you chase me off the couch or out of the cardboard box or out of my basket, and then chase me around while I growl and hiss at you?
No, I don’t like those differences.
Is that like a cheap litter box?
You’re not fooling me, Gibbs. That’s a made-up word.
I think that’s what mom is doing tonight. She’s sitting on the couch and not moving. I hope she gets up later to feed us.
What is up with her lately and the feeding times? Mom’s been coming home really late, like when I’m starving and on my last dying breath. The week before, she was home all the time and feeding us properly. I want to go back to that.
Mom wants to go back to that too. You forget that she’s working to put a roof over our heads, food in the dishes, and the toys that are strewn all over the floor. Non-appreciation of her dedication to us is unbecoming, Gibbs.
Don’t “whatever” me. Mom spent a lot of time and money on getting you healthy and making sure you stay that way. Don’t be a narcissistic jerk.
When you think only of yourself.
Whatever. Hey, when is mom going to feed us again?
Oh boy. I think we’re done here Gibbs.
Did you come up with something to write?
Yes. I recognized that my story just wrote itself.
So when do we eat?
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the freewheeling idea from author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with a prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making process.