CΩT (Part 13)

I continue my walk down the side of the road. A fair amount of humans reach down to touch me but I keep moving. More than the touchers, many of them go out of their way to avoid my path, and then there are the ones who are holding some object to their ears and nearly step on me, but of course the only time I get stepped on is when I want to… well, except for that traveling beast, I guess. I see a few more dogs, but their owners pull them along past me using the neck-cords. Oh well. I wonder if there are any that aren’t controlled by the humans? Or any real wolves… nah, I doubt that.
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CΩT (Part 12)

I walk along the stone paths that line either side of the traveling beasts’ designated running spaces. Amazing how well behaved they are, passing each other going in opposite directions and not once stopping to smell one another or fight. There are a few times where their growls are interrupted by what almost sounds like a shriller version of the honking that some of the water birds make, but nothing seems to come of these outbursts. Maybe that’s just how they talk. Personally, all I can think as I watch them pass is that with their power they could easily overpower these two-leggers if they tried. Though there are a lot of signs that indicate that the two-leggers have some special powers about which I do not know. Or maybe it’s the ‘knowing’ part that is holding me back from doing what they do. When I think about it, I still seem to be on top though – the two-legger could not make me budge from his food-beast, the traveling beasts obey the two-leggers without fail, any normal cats would be below all of the latter in apparent physical power, and the birds and insects are, as always, fair game for anyone that can catch them.

And then I see a wolf accompanying a two-legger. Read on →

CΩT (Part 11)

The outside air hits my nostrils as soon as I exit the cave, a storm of unfamiliar smells. I hop from the ledge and follow the most immediate one, that of… meat? But different from the animals upon which I usually munch. Warmer and more… exposed, somehow. I walk on grass where I can, as the stony ground is scratchy and not very enjoyable upon which to tread, not to mention the two-leggers’ traveling beasts seem to not be allowed on the grass. I’d rather not get run over by one of them. It might hurt them, and they’re already constantly being stabbed, poor things. And the noises! Two-leggers yelling at each other, the growling of their beasts as they barrel about, and other unknown squawks and high-pitched squeals that defy imagination. Read on →

CΩT (Part 10)

Chuck came out of the water section of the cave and for sure seemed to have been rained on, though she was not perturbed by this, instead wrapping the fur on top of her head and her body in a strangely uniform animal skin. I must admit that I lost interest in this grooming process as she went on to pluck at her face with various instruments. That is, until she picked up the roaring tool. I don’t know what she did to it, but almost as soon as she picked it up it makes a really hideous noise, like no other animal I’ve heard. Though this again must be something she controls, as she raised it up to her fur, moving it over and making it blow out behind her. I know I’m strong, but these two-leggers must have nerves of stone that they interact with all these strange creatures around them. I don’t think I’ve puffed up my tail fur this much in the space of a few light and dark periods in a long time. After a bit more of this she put on a different skin – all of which are very strangely colored, I can’t imagine what the animal from which they came looks like – and left the cave after talking to me a bit. Finally, some privacy to do what I want unimpeded! Read on →

CΩT (Part 9)

I awoke to the keening shriek of a hawk swooping down to carry me away. I sprang to me feet and puffed out my fur. No way was I going to get dropped from the sky again after tangling with one of those damnable birds. But a second later I realized the noise came not from a bird but from Chuck, and that I was no longer in the woods where such things could happen. She slammed the wall opening shut and started talking to someone within, though I could not for the life of me think of how someone would have gotten past me or already be in there, as I definitely would’ve smelled them. I walked over to the closed wall and sniffed to confirm these suspicions, and then spoke to Chuck, letting her know it was okay. There was no response from within, but a short while later there was a knock at the front of the cave and a person making noises outside. Read on →

CΩT (Part 8)

She made the beast take us somewhere else. It was weird to be in a place that has so little green, just stone and the leafless light-trees. I stayed awake this time and watched the scenery, all different sizes of the same flat-walled cliffs, almost every one a different color, and the same clear material of the traveling beast’s eyes were set into the sides of them – did the cliffs have eyes, too? I doubted anything so large could be alive. More likely than that, some of these two-leggers killed their beasts and used the eyes for their nests. Looks like it served them well. Perhaps if the prey I was used to had more useful parts I would reuse them as well. What an interesting idea!
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CΩT (Part 7)

I woke up when the whole right side of my body went cold. I had been transported to a bright place, a strange square cave where two animals stood, looking down at me. Then the one with the white covering started touching me, feeling my legs, ribs, and neck. The other person started talking, she sounded upset. Maybe I meowed in my sleep and she was disappointed by it? I sat up to demonstrate that my voice did not reflect my strength and they both stopped talking and stared at me. So I asked them what the deal was, but they didn’t really give me any hints. The man ran some object along my back and seemed disappointed when nothing happened. The long haired girl eventually picked me up and took me back outside. It was kinda nice to be carried again, it had been a while.
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CΩT (Part 5)

Carly gets home late that night and parks her truck, letting out a sigh as she shifts the stick to P. She reaches the second floor and stops at the top of the stairs, staring down the walkway to her door which is, once again, ajar when it should be closed. She turns and walks back, getting into the truck, locking the doors and dialing 911 on her cellphone.
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