In popular literature, genies are trouble. They always set us up to fail after the tricksy trio of troubled desires condemns us to an obscure and miserable fate—shudder. You’d think we’d learn.
Oh boy, here’s the lamp. There’s the genie in the weird costume. As the wishes are granted, the genie makes weird gestures and mumbles strange gobbledegook in ancient languages.
They look at us strangely, glare, sneer, and say, ” Look, idiot, you write stories. I get people tied up in their own greed and stupidity. We each have our lousy jobs to do. Why don’t you mind your own business while I do mine? I’ve got a roast in the oven, shows to watch on Netflix, and a schedule to keep. The damn contract says I gotta be outta this dump in no more than twenty minutes to make the next appointment in Peoria. Damn union rules!
I’m startled. I never guessed that a genie’s job might be subject to such strictures. “You have no idea. With the damned elections coming up, can you imagine the idiot wishes I have to fulfill? Elect this yo-yo; elect that one. Save our country. Let the Revolution begin! and my persona favorite – please, find me a safe hiding place.” I have a safe place to hide, but I have another thousand years before retiring on my pension.
The genie wound up coming back after Peoria. It was restful around my place it said as it played with the cats. They conned it into a lifetime supply of catnip. Now all I have to do is figure out what to do with the bedroom-filled floor to ceiling with nip.
See, you never get the better of a deal with a genie, and I don’t care what my two drunken cats say about it!
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I’d take my chances with an evil genie over two drunk cats!
Wise move! Clancy and Louis must have been related.
This is a wonderful take on the legendary genie. I love that he has a union and rules to follow. When I created my Jinn, he would not have been amused. Those cats however must be delighted with all that nip! Well done, Lou.
Thank you Mason.
Catmandu — my Himalayan — got catnip for Christmas from my Aunt Martha. It was supposed to be for all the cats (10 cats) but Catmandu opened the package, rolled around in it, got it all through her long fur and was a very very happy cat. She insisted that there was a genie in that package and she had to protect us from his nefariousity.
Sabrina and Marcs did a similar stunt the other day with some of the nip we grow and package for friends cats. But their excuse was Quality Control. No second rate nip will ship under their watch. Neferosity will be strictly monitored and controlled!
As it should be! Neferiousity often slips under the wire!
Teddy and Bear, Marcus, Sabrina and Max, guarding us against the sheer neferiosity of the world.
Yep. Thank goodness. Godnose where we’d be otherwise.
Aand all they want in return is some love, food and a few creature comforts!
It’s a mysterious thing, Lou. All that happened to Bear on Sunday was, from her perspective, nothing special. Sometimes I think I’ve had all these animals because I needed a LOT of help and guidance. 🤣
On reflection, Maybe I have had the animals I’ve had for similar reasons.