Dragon is curled up on the bed surfing the web while Kitten is taking one of her catnaps.
“So, Astrid, where do you want to work?” Dragon asks as he stares down at a map.
“Why? We have a job here in Virginia and it is beautiful here, you love flying through the trees with the painted leaves.” I ask as I have learned to always question when one of the soul pets suggest a change. They seem to know more about the patterns of the universe than I could even begin to imagine or pretend to make up.
“I dream of mold, every dream has mold creeping and crawling up the sides of the building. I don’t like mold. This isn’t where you should be.” He said as he continued to click his way through the computer world.
At this time, Kitten mumbled in her sleep “get it off me, it is covering my paws, stop it before I become a mold person! Help me… mold, mold, everywhere.”
I looked over at Dragon, caught his eye, and we both looked at Kitten at the same time. “A bit of a drama queen, isn’t she?” I asked as I saw a smile flicker over her face. “Maybe she isn’t really a kitten, maybe she is a Miss Piggy, I think I see her tail curling and her fur turning pink.”
Kitten popped up in a huff, “I am NOT a Miss Piggy, even though there is nothing wrong with her, I think she is a great role model. But I am not a Pig! I am a Kitten!”
“Oh, Kitten, I thought you were napping.” I said ever so innocently.
Kitten did her best angelic kitten expression, with the big aqua eyes and the little halo glow over her head. “I was, but I had this horrible dream of mold attacking me and making me into a mold kitten.” She shuddered delicately after saying this.
As I watched Kitten give her academy award winning performance, or at least her pork winning one, I wondered what was up with the two of them. I have known them in the past to try to manipulate my timelines in this lifetime, but not quite so noticeably.
“So, Dragon, you are searching for places for us to work? I thought you liked the fall leaves here in Virginia for flying and you know we committed to this job…” I started out.
But Dragon, who is normally the easy going one of all of us, had a very stubborn expression on his face. “we made the choice without having all the information. They didn’t tell us the place was filled with mold and that the company would go bankrupt while we were sitting here and they said they had structure. Kitten is complaining constantly about them not having structure and I am tired of her meowing about it. You know how Kitten has to be in control?”
I looked at Dragon in shock, all of this out of the easy going one? I don’t know when he was last so serious and intent about something. Sometime in the 18th century when he tried to get me out of town before I was burned as a witch was the only other time I remember.
“Dragon, we committed” I tried to explain.
“No, Astrid,” he said very forcibly, “If you commit to something and they don’t tell you that you are flying into a war, then why should you continue to fly in when you find out? If you don’t believe in something, you shouldn’t do it.”
“But, Dragon, the money” I tried to start out.
“Money isn’t everything,” said Kitten. Now this is from a Kitten wearing diamonds and sleeping on silk.
“But,” I tried again.
“No,” said Dragon. “You are going to talk about responsibility and commitment and that is why I am going to find you another place to work. Then you will have no excuse. “
I made a long sigh, realizing that the soul pets know best, they always do, something about all those millenniums of living. “So where do you think we should work?”
