I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The ridiculous cat, Moon, is sitting on the kitchen windowsill, taking a sunbath when there is no sun. Which proves my point.
Me: And that is…
Me: The point you say you proved.
Me: Stella, something about the cat, wasn’t it?
Stella; Oh, yeah! Cats are dumb. Look at her. Sitting there, all stupid and catlike, staring at that human gadget whirligig which, like all human gadgets, is doing some inexplicable thing.
Me: Your vocabulary has improved.
Stella: Thank you. I’ve been watching a lot of the Picture Box. You can get really smart by watching lots of shows.
Me: Well, I’ll reserve judgment on that. And the cat is not stupid unless I am stupid, too. That is a radiometer and when the light hits it just right, it spins inside its glass globe.
Stella: The light spins the little fan?
Me: There is a little bit of sun coming in. You can’t see it from where you are standing down there.
Stella: How does it spin?
Me: There are these things called electrons. They are invisible to the naked eye.
Stella: Our eyes are naked?
Me: To be honest, not just your eyes are naked.
Stella: How embarrassing. If these elections…
Stella: If these electrons are invisible to naked people’s eyes, then you did not make them. Are they another one of those secrets the Great Creator tucks into things to surprise us?
Me: Yes, I do believe so.
Stella: But there aren’t any more invisible things in here like those electron thingamajigs.
Stella: NO! I don’t want to hear it!
Me: What are you afraid of?
Stella: What if there are…you know…Shhh! Invisible cats.
Me: There are no such things as invisible cats.
Stella: How do you know? They are invisible and your eyes are naked.
Me: Why are you whispering?
Stella: Moon is listening.
Moon the Cat: Meow!
Stella: You see! She was eavesdripping.
Moon the Cat: Meow.
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