I read or heard a line about someone buying a cat, which made me imagine that person telling his friends. I thought about using this in a novel, but have yet to write anything in which such a dialog would fit. I do this all the time: think of dialog and then try to fit it into some story. Some I use, some I throw away, and some I keep. Therefore, I decided to spring one bit of loose dialog on unsuspecting blog readers. That’s another good thing about a blog...
Four friends sit at a restaurant table, waiting for their orders to arrive.
“I bought a cat,” Andre said, his face lighting up.
Two faces turned his way; the third remained focused on a mug of beer.
“You bought a cat?” Jane said, not hiding her surprise.
“No one buys a cat,” Ralph blurted.
“I did,” Andre said, surprised by his friend’s responses.
“Why?” Jane wondered.
“I wanted a pet.”
“No one pays money for a cat,” Ralph stated. “People give the damn things away.”
“Why’d you pay for one?” Jane asked, trying to sound sympathetic.
“People drown cats to get rid of ‘em,” Ralph added, clearly upset by such foolishness.
“I want companionship,” Andre explained. “It has all the shots and papers.”
“Why not a nice dog?” Jane wondered. “I like dogs.”
“No one buys a cat,” Ralph said, shaking his head.
“A dog’s too much work,” Andre said. “The cleaning lady can take care of a cat—”
“I couldn’t have any pet,” Roger mumbled, not looking up from his beer mug. “Can’t stand the smell of the friggin’ food.”
Now, perhaps, you can see why it fits nowhere other than a blog.