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Saturday, October 4, 2014

31 Days of Writing: The Day Jango Became a Man


I once dreamt that on a Saturday morning, Jango, my oldest & only cat at the time, came in from a night outside, jumped upon my bed and began to speak to me. I was so astonished! I had never seen a talking cat, let alone lived with one. I was so pleased that I could finally hold two-way conversations with Jango, instead of my normal one-way communication. I didn't have to wonder what his meows & yowls meant. I could ask him all of the questions I had always wanted to know. What do you REALLY think of the cat food I feed you? Where do you go when I let you out at night? Do you hate me for having you neutered? 

After having a wonderful weekend together, laughing and talking, Monday morning rolled around and I had to leave Jango alone to go to work. After my shift I came home, excited to continue hanging out with my talking Jango-Man. But when I walked into the living room, I saw something incredible!  Jango was wearing a tailored three-piece suit and sitting on the couch, reading the New York Times. He didn't lie on the couch like a cat, but sat upright, legs crossed, like a man. He had also grown and was now taller than me. 

Although this seemed strange, it was also exciting! Jango could now be the friend and companion I always knew he could be, now that we didn't have to worry about the limitations of him being a cat! He could come to restaurants & movies with me. I sat down on the couch next to him and asked him what he wanted to do for the rest of the night. The world was our oyster!  To my surprise, he told me that he already had plans and asked if he could borrow the car. When I asked him if I could tag along, he patted me on the head and told me it was kind of a cat thing and said that I could come to the next one. He promised. Nothing feels worse that being patronized by your cat. 

At that very moment, I woke up to see Jango lying at the foot of my bed, fast asleep. I was and still am very grateful that Jango isn't a Man-Cat that can snub me & my friendship. He has to love me. 

At least for now. 



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