over the cliff

There’s been much ado about a facebook poll regarding the desirability of an assassination attempt on President Obama. Here are my thoughts:

My cat Demos is absolutely head over heels in love with the family cat Maggie. And Maggie does not return the feelings. Every time Demos even tries to get close, Maggie hisses at him. Growls at him. Swats at him.

Yet time after time, Demos runs up to her with his little trilling meows, begging to be loved only to be rebuffed again and again and again. It’s really quite sad. Although it has given both my mother and me hours of amusement. Earlier this afternoon we put Maggie outside and Demos ran to the door. Then he jumped up in my mother’s lap to peer through the breakfast room window. Then he ran to the solarium to peer through those doors. He just can’t stand to let her out of his sight.

My mother assumed that after a couple of days, Maggie would become accustomed to his presence and cease to hiss and spit. However after several weekends of watching this love affair play out, I think it’s safe to say that Maggie will never quit her role of the frigid bitch. She won’t hurt him, unless of course you think breaking his tiny little kitty heart into a million pieces counts… but she definitely won’t be swayed his continual crooning of “I want to be loved by you, by nobody else but you…”

Okay okay so it’s my mother and I who are doing the actual singing, but we are merely channeling the spirit of his unrequited love.

I like to write stories with sad endings because I want to save the happy endings for real life.

I like to read stories with happy endings because I think the point of fantasy is to take real life and fix it.