Cool Cat

As one of my close friends remarked today, "Moving sucks!"

Yes, it does. Trolling thru 11 years of "stuff" is not easy, especially when one is downsizing.

UGH! (I became proficient in expletives when I wrote the English adaptation of "Ronal The Barbarian," a Danish animated film about the quest of 3 swearing vikings and their metrosexual elf friend. It's on iTunes for those who are curious.)

Today, we decided to sort through 25 years of CD's, and figure out what to sell, what to keep, and what to toss.

Oliver, our oversized, ornery cat of 7 years (I cannot believe this animal is 7 and still out pet), decided that he was in charge of the music. If any of us dared to touch a CD, we were immediately swatted with one of his ginormous paws!

What does one do with a collection of jazz, classical, rock, and whatever category you can name? There are at least 400 in the "4 Sale" category!

UGH! (There I go again.)

Today, we unloaded 7 CD's for $55. At that rate, it will be 2014 before these outdated vessels of music are gone. It just isn't worth it. I think they will end up being shipped off to CD "Heaven" in a matter of days.

You may wonder where all of this is going, so let's get to it.

I was followed today on Twitter by a writer of "Flash Fiction." It got me wondering about what Flash Fiction really is, and if my Blips are a form of this art form. After all, the Chinese refer to it as "palm" or "smoke" fiction, with as little as 300 words.

Let's give this a try...

Oliver was restless. The vibe in his house had changed. The humans were moving things, selling things, and disrupting his usual life of patterns. He was confused, and missing his beloved grand piano sitting ledge. Where did it go, and why was it replaced by a rectangle of brown shag carpet? Hell, the carpet was soft and made a great scratching surface. Oliver complied, happy to lay for hours on this new gift, certainly purchased for his comfort and happiness.

Items evaporated into thin air on a daily basis. His favorite box in the basement was suddenly gone. His feline sister, Mika, was distraught over the disappearance of her favorite mattress. She didn't understand what the big deal was about "black" mold and mildew. What was moisture? These humans were out of control.

As the Master of the House played 80's tunes, Oliver realized the problem. It was time to let go of the past and bring on the future! Embrace iTunes and Spotify, and go digital! Stop wasting petrochemicals and practice being "Green!"

Shortly after this photo was taken, Oliver went to sleep. He dreamed of a house in the country where he could run and play and be a real cat.

Well...not really.

He really took a nap. Got removed from the table by your's truly, ate some diet cat food, and went back to sleeping on his brown shag carpet.

Oliver Wendell "Super Fly" Cat.

Dreaming of tomorrow.