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Caturday Pootie Diary: In the shadow of history [1]
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Date: 2023-06-24
”Human,” Freddie said, rubbing his head on my arm. “Pay attention to me.”
I looked up from my phone. “Sorry, little guy. I’m a little distracted since things are happening. World event things.”
He frowned at me. “Is there a treat shortage?”
I looked over at the bag on the side table, then back to him. “No.”
“Then it can’t be that important.”
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Freddie pushed his head into my arm, hard. I looked up again. “You’re ignoring me,” he complained.
I rubbed his head. “I’m sorry. Things are happening so fast, I’m just trying to keep up.”
“Is it a fire at the kibble factory?”
“No, it’s nothing that will effect your food.”
“Then it can’t be very important,” he observed. “And since there isn’t any kind of shortage, you should probably give me some treats.”
I had no argument against that, so I grabbed the bag.
“It’s hard to tell what’s true on social media,” I told Freddie as he ate the treats I had laid out for him. “So it’s difficult to say if this is a big historic event, or something that will end with quickly with no significant changes to the world.”
Freddie chewed, thoughtfully. “It’s like when Larry became Prime Minister,” he said, after swallowing.
“He didn’t really — “
“That was an historic day for all pooties. But since the previous PM had failed to outlast a head of lettuce, it was hard to tell if his term would be significant.”
“Was it?” I wondered.
“Oh, yes. He made sure there was catnip tea in every flat!”
I watched a video on Twitter that had been recorded a few hours ago on the other side of the world. “Technology is amazing,” I said.
“Does it show President Willow?” Freddie wondered, looking over my arm to see what I was watching.
“She’s probably sleeping,” I said.
“She does work very hard,” Freddie agreed.
“Was it a big historical event for cats when Willow moved into the White House?”
“Of course! I wasn’t born yet when President Socks was prowling the corridors of power, so Willow was very important to me.”
“She started as a barn cat,” I said.
“Yes! She came from very humble roots, so she can empathize with the regular cats. It’s her strongest political asset.”
“I never thought of a cat having political assets,” I mused.
“We are very savvy politicians in general,” he explained.
“So when you barf on my bed that’s you being political?”
“That’s cat identity politics,” he said. “And all politics is identity politics.”
“I’m just very glad that Willow and her humans are in charge right now,” I said, reading an article full of speculation about the immediate future of Russia.
"She should be made President for Life,” Freddie announced.
“Nope,” I said. “That’s not how we do things here. She has to win reelection.”
Freddie frowned. “Against another cat?” he asked. “I haven’t heard of any other cat.”
I shook my head. “The most likely opponent doesn’t like animals.”
Freddie gasped.
“These people are so calm with soldiers running around their city,” I observed, watching another video.
“You have to be calm when big things happen,” Freddie said, sagely.
I raised an eyebrow. “Like when you run under the bed as soon as we have company?”
“I’m very calm under the bed,” he sniffed.
I set my phone down with a sigh. “Big things might happen while we sleep,” I said.
“That’s the best time for big things to happen,” he said.
I looked at him in surprise.
“You could wake up in a whole new world!” he said.
“What if it’s a worse one?” I asked, frightened for the civilians caught in the middle.
“Then you know you have work to do,” he said, simply.
“How did you get so smart?” I asked.
“I was born a cat,” he said.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I’m going to bed now, not sure what the world will look like in the morning. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it, I suppose. Freddie certainly isn’t losing any sleep.
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