“Guess what, Freddie?”
He was lounging on his sleeping mats, but he perked up at hearing his name. “What?”
“It’s the weekend!”
He laid his head back down. “That means nothing to me,” he told me.
“Oh. Yeah, I guess it doesn’t. But I’ll be home! And we can hang out!”
He perked up again. “Really?”
“Yeah! I have some plans, but yeah!”
He laid back down again. “Plans,” he muttered, angrily. “Plans means you won’t be home.”
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I sat on the couch, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees so I could look at him. “I’ll be gone a little bit, but some of my plans involve staying home.”
“Hmmmmm,” he said without looking up.
“You’ll get fed on time, don’t worry.”
He lifted his head and frowned at me. “Why wouldn’t I get fed on time?”
“You will! I just don’t want you to worry because I’m going out on Saturday.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the Renaissance Fair!”
He sat all the way up. “What’s that?”
“People dress up in period costume and sell things. There’s shows and food too. We go every year.”
“Sounds terrible,” he said.
“For a kitty like you it would be. Too many people and too much being outside. Plus that time period wasn’t that great for cats. At least in paintings.”
"Why did they do that?” he asked, tail thumping against the ground.
“I don’t know. I guess cats are really hard to paint.”
He looked down at his own body. “I don’t know why. We’re really quite nice to look at.”
“That’s true!” I said. “However — “
He snorted.
“And then on Sunday you know what’s happening?” I asked.
He looked back up at me.
“Game of Thrones comes back!” I announced.
“I don’t think I care about a tv show,” he said, skeptical.
“You’d like it if you actually watched it,” I told him. “There’s intrigue, and mayhem, and dragons!”
“That’s like a lizard, right?”
“Right! Except they breathe fire!”
His ears flattened and he turned to look out the window at the bush were the lizards frequent. “That’s terrible,” he said quietly.
“It’s wonderful!” I said. “The dragons are going to fight the White Walkers and then we’ll see if Jon Snow figures out that Daenerys is really his aunt and then we’ll find out if Cersei is going to be murdered by Jaime or Tyrion and — “
“You’re speaking gibberish,” he told me. “Why don’t you just do what you usually do when you stay home?”
I frowned. “What’s that?”
I was speechless for a second.
“I — I am not that lazy!” I sputtered finally.
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Sometimes I wonder if you aren’t actually a cat. Except you don’t chase any toys!”
I sputtered some more, too many responses coming to me at once and no way to get them all out. While I struggled in my outrage, Freddie got up and sauntered away. “It’ll be a great, lazy weekend,” he called to me. “We’ll nap together.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I am actually hitting the Ren Fair today and will not have access to wifi when this posts. I’m sorry. I’ll be back in the early afternoon, I suspect, and will hang out with you all then. I hope your weekend plans are full of fun, relaxing things!
To get you ready for tomorrow (if you're into it like we are at Casa Freddie) here’s that video of a cat singing the GOT theme: