Francis, the cat, is in his kitchen, lying down on the floor. He´s starring at the ceiling, doing absolutely nothing.
Out comes the Pen.
“It” stops near Francis, bursting with excitement.
Francis is so accustomed to the Pen´s presence; he immediately feels “it” by his side. He remains silent, hopeful that if he ignores it, it will go away.
No such luck.
Pen: Kitty!
Cat (not looking at it/annoyed): Go away.
Pen: Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!
Cat (looks at it): what?
The Pen doesn´t answer just looks at Francis, grinning like an idiot.
Cat (getting suspicious): what?
The Pen smiles, expecting something.
Cat: did you kill someone?
Pen: No.
Cat: do I have something on my face?
Pen: No.
Cat: my teeth?
Pen: No.
Cat: on my head?
Pen: NO! Jesus Christ pussycat! Don´t you know what day it is today?
Cat (auto response): the day you finally die.
Pen: No, you idiot.
Cat: Then, I don´t care.
Francis turns to the side and gets up. He turns his back to the Pen and starts to walk away.
The Pen “follows” him.
Pen (irritated): Good God! Are you really this selfish?
Cat: what did I do?
Pen: You forgot!
Cat: No I didn´t.
Pen: stupid cat, what day is it today?
Cat: Wednesday?
Pen: yes but…
Cat: but what?
Pen: what happens today?
Cat (hopeful): you leave, forever, to go bother some other innocent soul.
Pen: No!
Cat: oh well, I can always dream.
Pen: I cannot believe you´re this selfish!
Cat: what did I do?
Pen: you forgot!
Cat: forgot what?
Pen: what day is it today?
Cat (screaming/losing his patience): it´s Wednesday!
The Pen “rolls” its eyes, annoyed.
Pen sys, loudly, highly irritated.
Cat: what?
Pen: if you really don´t remember, I’m not going to be the one to tell you, you wrecked, selfish cat!
The Pen just stares at Francis.
Francis blows it a kiss, mocking it.
Pen: stupid cat!
The Pen “stomps” away, bitching.
Cat (highly entertained): Ha! Ha! Ha! This is fun.
The Pen turns around.
Pen: did you say something?
Cat: No, not a peep.
Pen: Huh…
The Pen leaves.
Cat (barely a whisper): Happy birthday stupid stick!
The end!
2017_Joana Teixeira
