There is chaos again.
There is always chaos.
I do not know why.
I do not ask.
I am Ziggy Stardust.
I am soft. I am round. I am squishy.I am a perfectly shaped loaf of cat.
Life is simple. I wake up. I go to my bowl.
If it is empty, I stare at it until food appears.
If it does not appear, I waddle to Collateral Damage
(The One Who Understands My Needs) and silently project my hunger into his soul.
He always understands. He is well-trained.
B
ut the others? They are confusing.
The Black Ones (Luna and Lilith, The Boat Goblins)
They are always moving. Running. Climbing. Whispering secrets to each other.
They think I do no
t notice. But I do. I just do not care.
One of them (Lilith) stares at walls for hours, like she sees another dimension.
The other (Luna) chases ghosts and then sleeps for twelve hours.
They are small and strange. But they are my sisters.
The Small Loud One (Tartiflette, The Tiny Menace)
She is not trying to be in charge. She is just a baby.
A very bouncy, chaotic ba
by.She runs. She jumps. She knocks things down and forgets immediately.
She is excited about everything.
She does not know what she is doing.
No one knows what she is doing.
I am not sure she knows what she is doing.
She is my sister too.
The Big Mean One (Charlotte, The Overcoat and My Sister)
She says she is in charge. I believe her.
She looks at me, judging.
I blink back. Very slow.
She sighs. Walks away.
I win.
But she is also my sister.
When she is home, we cuddle.
I press against her. She purrs.
She loves it.
Every second.
She chooses to be with me.
That is nice. I like that.
The Big Soft One (Willow, The Gentle Giant)
She is warm.
She is a friend.
Sometimes, I sit near her.
Sometimes, she lets me lean against her squishy dog belly.
This is good.
The Floaty Sad Man (Reginald P. Wraithsworth, The Ghost Butler)
I do not understand him.
He sighs a lot.
He moves cups.
I do not care about cups.
I respect his slow movements.
(“Wait, who? What now?” – The Karen)
The Loud Two-Legged One (The Karen, The Bringer of Snacks)
She gives treats.
She brushes me.
She is loud.
She yells a lot, especially at The Overcoat.
She plays jazz.
She does not like when I sit on important papers.
But I like important papers.
They are warm.
The Quiet Two-Legged One (Collateral Damage, The Unfortunate One)
I do not know what he did to deserve this name.
He does not control the snacks. But he feeds me.
He exists.
I respect his continued survival.
The Daily Chaos
Today:
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- The Small Loud One (Tartiflette) has run very fast for no reason.
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- The Big Mean One (Charlotte) is annoyed.
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- The Black Ones (Boat Goblins) are suspiciously quiet.
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- The Big Soft One (Willow) has retreated to her heating pad.
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- The Floaty Sad Man (Reginald) has sighed twice already. (“WHO???? WHAT THE HELL???”)
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- The Loud Two-Legged One (The Karen) looks tired.
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- The Quiet Two-Legged One (Collateral Damage) is avoiding eye contact.
I watch.
I blink.
I sit down heavily on the couch.
I am not part of this war.
I am not a soldier.
I am Ziggy Stardust, Chonky Goddess of Sleep.
I close my eyes.
I dream of snacks.
