Genevieve; Spring Rushes Forth by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Chapter 1

Genevieve was at her home. It was a pleasant indoor time for her; in effect a compensation not quite necessitated by the dictate of a boorish winter which really wasn’t anywhere near as long or important as it seemed to think. It just seemed cordial to let it believe as such. It had a habit of returning uninvited.

Genevieve; the kind courtesy of Pexels.com under their CC0 license.

Cheerfully, she had kitten visitors with her, all five of the babies; Sunshine, Tippy, Puff-Puff, Wailer, and Teddy.

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The kittens; the kind courtesy of Pexels.com under their CC0 license.

Momma Sheba and Clement were getting a well-deserved break.

Genevieve was telling the kittens stories which they probably didn’t fully believe. They had grown a bit since their autumnal arrival on Pacific Lane, and they couldn’t help but have gotten more versed and accustomed to most things there by now; even the ones which were discourteously resident. They were not yet aware that their first spring was impending; and how this might jeopardize their lesser-of-evil time spent with computers, the internet, and an infinite supply of uninteresting programming and websites among the list of insistent iniquities.

Led by their knowledge of the hominid “advancements,” the pooches and tabbies had gotten a bit comfortably languid. As a consequence they had allowed the chipped plastic time wasters to become “necessary” in certain respects. Sometimes they even stared at the screen pushing buttons for much more than those

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daily required five minutes; that seeming to generally be in a degree directly disproportional to age and IQ.

This strange, continually unrewarding dynamic had to have been an electronically induced manifestation of one variety of a foolishly addicting sort of canine-feline optimism; the perpetrating pushers successfully having masqueraded as exciting and “new,” initially capitalizing on an ingrained pooch tendency to mimic the more “advanced” hominids. Now, in a continuation of the inevitability of further “advancement,” through co-habitation this advancement had been inflicted upon the cats; just as it was inflicted on the pooches by the hominids; some of them now as much a casualty as a hominid drug addict with superficially incurable inter-species transferrable STD’s.

Cat exhibiting classic computer withdrawal symptoms; the kind courtesy of Pexels.com under their CC0 license.

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In a seeming defiance of the previously mentioned non-existent statistics; one ironical aspect was that middle-aged Maureen was the most “advanced” Pacific Lane CPU addict. Her predilection was reinforced by a network of “cool” techies, who had thus far been fruitful in converting the word “nerdy” to

“cool,” quite the accomplishment.

Maureen; the kind courtesy of Pexels.com under their CC0 license.

This compulsion to keep poking at the keys, thereby changing the screen was insidious in a way; as it appealed to their unconscious thought that if they kept at it long enough something good would just have to emerge. Even if taken in the other direction, if consciously considered, mathematical odds strongly suggested an eventual hit, if one just kept at it long enough.

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Further serving to suppress any possible dissent, the happy optimists found it to be something other than cheery, and in most cases even objectionable, to mention or display early manifestations of hominid corpses still sitting in front of their computer setups. The invasion worked extremely well from all fronts; especially in that it invisibly appealed to small necessities, mass entertainment, and a virtual requirement not to be detrimentally mentioned during the toddiest of times.

Hominid in the terminal stage of computer addiction; the kind courtesy of Pexels.com under their CC0 license.

These were not the concerns of Genevieve or the kittens today. Her old stories were taking them as well as she into the past; like a time machine which makes you think that you went somewhere else, but in actuality merely remains in place.

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Genevieve and the kittens; property of the author.

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