Welcome to Street Prophets Sunday Coffee Hour. This is an open thread so grab something to drink and sit a spell and let us know what is new with you. As you know I have a 20 year old cat named Pixie. She is very vocal. If translated I imagine our conversations might sound something like this.
Pixie: Mommy you need to do something!
Me: What now!
Pixie: Thunderstorms are coming in and they scare me.
Me: Pixie I can't do anything about the weather.
Pixie: Look I'm a Pampered Princess. You are my Mommy. That makes you the Queen Mum. Just go outside and give a royal decree to the weather for no Thunderstorms.
Pixie: Mommy help!
Me: What now?
Pixie: My head is going to fall off.
Me: Don't be silly.
Pixie: If you don't rub my chin right now my head will fall off.
Me: Sigh. (Rubs her chin)
Pixie: Mommy I'm hungry. I am nothing but skin and bones. I haven't had anything to eat in forever!
Me: You have a whole bowl full of crunchies.
Pixie: I want my wet food. I'll die if I don't get some wet food now.
Me: You are such a drama queen. (Gets up and feeds her.)
Pixie: What are you doing?
Me: Reading.
Pixie: What type of book?
Me: A mystery
Pixie: The smelly old dog did it.
Me: Come on a smelly old dog can't be the villian in all mysteries.
Pixie: Yes they can. They are in disguise.
Pixie: Hey Mommy did you know that in ancient Egypt cats were worshipped as gods? Bast was our head god.
Me: Yes Pixie I do know that.
Pixie: That's the problem with the world.
Me: What do you mean?
Pixie: They stopped worshipping us and everything started going wrong.
Me: So humans need to start worshipping cats again?
Pixie: Yes. You would be too busy taking care of us to start wars.
So there you have it. The wisdom of the Pampered Princess Pixie