CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The girls tickled the ginger cat's stomach as he lay stretched out on Emma's bed. The cat purred, completely content with the universe.
"What age is he again?" asked Shirley.
"Seventeen," said Emma, smiling proudly. "Good old Mister Snoozy!"
"Oooh, I forgot he was actually older than you," said Shirley. "It's weird to think about, isn't it?"
"What?" asked Emma, stroking Mister Snoozy's back as he was lying on his front now.
"That the cat is actually older than you!" said Shirley. "I mean, he's a cat. He can't, like, speak...or anything. But he's older than you."
Emma laughed. "Yeah I suppose that is weird. Only a year, though."
"A year older and yet, for a cat, he's like 90!" said Shirley. "Close to death."
"Sssh, don't say that," said Emma, lauging. "He'll hear you!"
"Imagine being old...knowing you were going to die in maybe a matter of weeks or days...or hours..."
"Sane people don't think about things like that, Shirley," said Emma.
"And they still die!" said Shirley.
"What, so you think by thinking about death you'll somehow avoid dying?"
"Worth a try," said Shirley. "Let Mister Snoozy go to sleep."
"He's a good cat," said Emma, fondly. "I hope he never dies."
"Cats never think about death," said Shirely, sadly.
"You're nuts!" said Emma and they started to make-out. YES THEY WERE TEENAGE LESBIANS.
Mister Snoozy opened one eye and wondered what his master and the other girl were doing. He didn't care. He didn't really care about anything except getting as much sleep into his day as possible. He longed for a day when he'd be able to do nothing but sleep.
"What age is he again?" asked Shirley.
"Seventeen," said Emma, smiling proudly. "Good old Mister Snoozy!"
"Oooh, I forgot he was actually older than you," said Shirley. "It's weird to think about, isn't it?"
"What?" asked Emma, stroking Mister Snoozy's back as he was lying on his front now.
"That the cat is actually older than you!" said Shirley. "I mean, he's a cat. He can't, like, speak...or anything. But he's older than you."
Emma laughed. "Yeah I suppose that is weird. Only a year, though."
"A year older and yet, for a cat, he's like 90!" said Shirley. "Close to death."
"Sssh, don't say that," said Emma, lauging. "He'll hear you!"
"Imagine being old...knowing you were going to die in maybe a matter of weeks or days...or hours..."
"Sane people don't think about things like that, Shirley," said Emma.
"And they still die!" said Shirley.
"What, so you think by thinking about death you'll somehow avoid dying?"
"Worth a try," said Shirley. "Let Mister Snoozy go to sleep."
"He's a good cat," said Emma, fondly. "I hope he never dies."
"Cats never think about death," said Shirely, sadly.
"You're nuts!" said Emma and they started to make-out. YES THEY WERE TEENAGE LESBIANS.
Mister Snoozy opened one eye and wondered what his master and the other girl were doing. He didn't care. He didn't really care about anything except getting as much sleep into his day as possible. He longed for a day when he'd be able to do nothing but sleep.