Lahea Already Knew

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We return to Lahea
to explain the poke
server was a lizardman
but when we arrive
at the Cat Sanctuary
the volunteer hoomans

tell us, "A Philosopher
Jones and DeeJAY
filled out adoption
paperwork for Rhea
already; she's on her
way to the ferry,
to boat to the airport,
to travel to California,
her new home."

As Hooman #A and I
ride on a ferry that
does not have a kitten
on it, I lean to him

and say, "If she's
ahead of us..."

"She already knew,"
Hooman #A finishes.

"But if she knew...,"
I say, and he continues,

"She was testing us;
or maybe, distracting us
to get a head start."

As we ride the choppy
Hawaiian seas on a ferry
between Lanai and Maui,
heading home to
Feline Society #337,

I wonder how we
ever came upon
these galactic cats
in our house;

had I never adopted
Philosopher Jones,

or had I never brought
DeeJAY home,

would we have lived
normal hooman-cat
lives, or would we

instead host
different cats
in the battle against
the Babylonian Brotherhood?

Of the six hundred
other cats at the Lanai
Cat Sanctuary, how many
of them already knew
the president is a lizard,
and how many of them
brought hoomans
into their fold?

How many American
hoomans and cats are
aware of the threat
of Proxima Centauri B,
versus those who live
in blissful denial?

Had we not known,
could we have ordered
delicious poke in peace?

Is truth worth it?


First & second drafts: September 18

Word count: 258

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