I write;I think;I know.

To stop the parrot screaming!

"There are rules," my cat announced one sunny afternoon.

"Certainly," I replied with authority. "Although," I added with a smile, "I tend to think of them more as guidelines."

"Higher lore," muttered my other cat as she left the room.

"Good," said my cat, "now we can talk without interruption."

"I take it," I asked, "you've got something important to discuss."

"Indeed," said my cat.

"I get the impression," I admitted, "something I've said has a raised a few concerns."

"Certainly," said my cat, "do you think, perhaps, you're mistaken."

"I get the impression," I informed my cat, "there are others attempting to interfere with this one. So let's just say I know exactly what you're on about and I've considered the matter fully. Certain imagery may have gotten folded around and created confusion. But I'm not wrong about the direction."

"Okay," said my cat, "just so as you know, this changes things."

"I'm sure it does," I smiled, "but then change is what I'm about."

"I have to say," said my cat, "an open-ended pre-destination paradox is going to take some explaining."

"Y'think," I sighed. "Even I'm bewildered by the mechanics of it. And I'm the one who creates it."

"It's okay," my cat reassured me, "it's the right thing to do."

For a time we sat together in silence. Just being close was enough. Then I wandered my way and my cat wandered her way. Both of us absorbed within our own thoughts. I began to consider the events of my day. My cat, no doubt, considered hers.

"We need to speed things up," I informed my cat when she found me later.

"You fell into a different realm," my cat retorted. "So it may take me a short while to figure-out which things you are referring to."

"I'll just fix this bug," I muttered, "then you'll probably have a better clue."

"Well I'm certainly beginning," my cat informed me a few moments later, "to get the picture."

"Good," I smiled, "perhaps now people will stop expecting me to die."