Noodles, Ramon and I sat at the cable spool in the house he and his had acquired through mortgage failure. We took turns pouring Cuervo and biting the lemon, while off to the side all the kittens were eating sweetly around the carcus of a fresh woodchuck. For the grown-ups the birds, tar tar, fluttered inside us all like birds drinking tequilla. Ramon can make robins into anchovies, or bacon to garnish his wonderful ground hog serviche.
"You might say that cats are, in some respects, like your fundamentalists," Ramon said as he looked at the thousand kittens. Noodles doesn't laugh out loud, or even move much once she settles in, but she registered that funny thought. "We're not very good ones," she commented.
"That's religeon, from the vantage point of sex" I said. "I think sex is better when it's used to influence politics."
"Was her name, 'Lewinski,'" Ramon dropped in. He was able to keep abreast of current events.
"Yes, Ramon. She influnenced politics a little bit by making Bill Clinton look like a jerk."
"It didn't make much difference," said Noodles, dryly.
As Ramon poured another round of tequilla, he sagely added, "No, but we should know that indiscretions are worse for people who are rich than for us."
Some people regard cats as thankless creatures, but that is because they are in the dark.
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