Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2015 11:56:17 GMT -6
Queenie was deep in thought of her own; but the swirling thoughts in her own head were much simpler than that of her two companions. She lived a sheltered, comfortable life - not prone to big questions or cynical thoughts on death and their purpose on this planet. Her own mother, when she had been old enough to wonder what was beyond, had spun her a comforting tale of a eventual afterlife of even more comfort - with only the softest albacore tuna and silken pillows like clouds awaiting them.
But of course, count on heathens to come out with a completely unappetizing alternative. Such as a afterlife of...nothing. Pointless and futility - life is life and death is nothing. It didn't help that his comment brought to mind the fact that her mother had been buried in a shoebox in the Garden and set about some...unpleasant thoughts of her own. She tried to deal with it as she always did; mindless taking a few nibbles of the food herself, although she was still quite content and knew there was more appetizing food awaiting her indoors.
She didn't notice when the small cat slipped off again; rather, she narrowed her gaze on the tom instead; at the disgusting traces of blood left on his mouth from his own meal.
"Comfortin' lout, you are - telling her such things. How high and mighty of you to know what and why we're here and what happens when we're gone. For all you know we could come back as mice and get eaten by our brothers and sisters..."
But of course, count on heathens to come out with a completely unappetizing alternative. Such as a afterlife of...nothing. Pointless and futility - life is life and death is nothing. It didn't help that his comment brought to mind the fact that her mother had been buried in a shoebox in the Garden and set about some...unpleasant thoughts of her own. She tried to deal with it as she always did; mindless taking a few nibbles of the food herself, although she was still quite content and knew there was more appetizing food awaiting her indoors.
She didn't notice when the small cat slipped off again; rather, she narrowed her gaze on the tom instead; at the disgusting traces of blood left on his mouth from his own meal.
"Comfortin' lout, you are - telling her such things. How high and mighty of you to know what and why we're here and what happens when we're gone. For all you know we could come back as mice and get eaten by our brothers and sisters..."