“Shouldn’t her picture also be up 
there?” I asked but remembered that    
someone did switch it with the         
General’s every other month, but that  
didn’t make any sense either.          
     “That’s a good question, because I
see her all the time,” the Cat said,   
“but I’ve never seen those last two    
guys. I guess intelligence in the      
military isn’t that important.”        
     “That’s mean,” I said, but told   
her the joke about Military Intel-     
ligence being an oxymoron anyway, and  
she chuckled, but then wanted to know  
what an oxymoron was.                  
     She looked it up and laughed even 
louder.                                
     “It’s so true,” she said a couple 
times, but then got down to business   
again.                                 
*      She explained that Frankie was the  
one who invented the gene modification 
process that allowed her to talk.      
     “At least, that’s what I think,   
but he doesn’t know that yet. I think  
he’s waiting for something else to hap-
pen, but I’m not sure what that is.    
     “Why’s the Military involved      
anyway?”                               
     “Involved! They’re the ones fund- 
ing Frankenstein,” the Cat said.       
     “But, why here? Why not on some   
secret military base somewhere?”       
     “I have no idea,” the Cat said,   
and then added, “but what do you expect
from oxymorons?”                       
     We both laughed at that one, but I
made sure to add, “You’ve gotta respect
the guys gettin’ shot at, though, be-  
cause their job’s the toughest one of  
them all.”                             



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