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Caturday Pootie Diary: Look up in the sky! [1]
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Date: 2025-07-19
“You shouldn’t leave,” Freddie pouted. “You should stay here and pet me when I want you to.”
I sighed. “We were only gone a few hours. Your dinner wasn’t even late!”
“I was alone,” he huffed.
I rubbed the fur between his ears. “I’m sorry,” I said. “We had movie tickets.”
He shot me a glare. “You have movies here!”
“Superman is only in theaters right now. And we didn’t want to wait.”
“Superman,” he grumbled.
“It was super good,” I said.
“I’m super good!” he shot back.
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"How long is this tantrum going to last?” I wondered.
He shook off my hand and jumped to the back of the couch.
“Taking the high ground again, eh?”
He turned his back on me.
“We had to go support the movie,” I said, trying a different tactic. “Superman needed our help.”
He didn’t move, but his ear turned toward me so I knew he was listening.
“It might have bombed if we hadn’t gone and then the republicans would have won.”
He turned his head to look at me. “We can’t let them win,” he conceded.
“We really can’t.”
Having found common ground with me, he jumped back down next to me and let himself be pulled against my hip. “Tell me about it,” he demanded.
“The movie? It was about Superman.”
“I don’t know Superman,” he said with exaggerated patience.
“He’s a refugee from the planet Krypton and our yellow sun gives him superpowers.”
“Like he can run around real fast?”
“Faster than a speeding bullet,” I agreed.
“I bet he can open any closed door,” he said, wistfully.
“More powerful than a locomotive,” I confirmed.
“And he can jump really high?”
I nodded. “He can leap tall buildings in a single bound.”
“His human doesn’t dare leave without him,” he muttered.
“He has a dog,” I said.
Freddie gasped.
“The dog is terrible,” I reassured him. “A cat would have been much better.”
“Damn straight.”
“He uses his powers to help people,” I continued.
“I would use them to open the pantry and get a can of food and open the can,” Freddie said.
“You don’t need superpowers for that,” I laughed. “Just thumbs.”
He looked down at one paw. “Thumbs,” he murmured.
“That’s all you would do with superpowers?” I asked. “Just eat more food?”
He thought about it. “I’d probably catch some birds,” he said.
“So, more food.”
“Birds are food?”
I remembered that he hadn’t had those lessons from his mama. “No!” I said, quickly. “They aren’t for catching, either,” I said, sternly.
“They would be if I had superpowers,” he said.
"You wouldn’t save the world?” I asked, gently stroking him.
He gave one paw a thoughtful lick. “From what?”
“Lex Luthor? The Joker?”
“The vet,” he said, darkly.
“The vet is nice to you! He loves you!”
“He puts things in my butt,” he said, sullenly.
I thought about it. “I suppose that’s a villainy thing to do.”
"Do people pay superheroes?” Freddie asked.
“Not really. Superman is a reporter. Batman is an heir.”
“I would get paid,” he said, definitively.
“You’d charge people?”
“They can afford it. Just tuna.”
“So you’d save someone from the vet and then demand some tuna?” I asked, looking for clarification.
“Not demand,” he said, slowly. “But they’d want to give it to me.”
“And if they can’t? You’d still save them?”
“No one deserves a thermometer in the butt,” he said, sagely.
“Superman could not have said it better himself.”
“I don’t think you need superpowers,” I told him. “You’re already a super cat.”
“That’s true,” he said.
“Would you share your reward tuna?”
“No.”
“I share mine with you,” I coaxed.
He frowned at me. “You didn’t yesterday,” he accused.
“I did too! I just couldn’t give you any once I mixed in the mayo because I added some hot mustard. You can’t have that.”
“You shouldn’t put anything in there I can’t have,” he said.
“I know. But it was really good.”
He stood and arched his back in a nice, big stretch. “I’m going to go use my best superpower,” he said, jumping to the floor and walking away.
“What’s that?” I called after him.
“I’m going to sleep on your laundry,” he called back.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! We did see Superman and it was wonderful.
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