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*my cat talks 1*

 

 

*I tell my cat everything..... She's a cool cat....... Well, I don't
know how to tell you*

*.......b**ut..........she talks.*

*I tell her everything....work stuff....rants and raves about science,
politics, art,......you know, things. *

*She gives me pretty good  advice when I ask for it, even though I might
not take it.*

*I'm a little suspicious of her advice on relationships though,*

* it always ends with her being the dominant female* * in the studio.*

*Well, when I got home tonight, she convinced me to watch Bush's speech.*

*She set up the television in the corner where she works.*

*She's an artist. *

*She says she can only work with Fancy Feast and Purina Cat Chow. *

*She tells me I am honored, to be the only one to see her work,*

* because,*

*"the world is not ready".*

*We'll I'm no collector,*

*so I bury it outside till she becomes famous.*  * Anyway.*

 

 

*She's listening to Bush and laughs. *

* "Some demonstrators have invaded the convention.  *

* If he can't protect his own private function, *

* how * *will he protect us?"*

*"Where's the weapons Bumbles?", she yells,*

* she calls Bush "Bumbles". *

 

 

*"Now he's calling his Iraq blunder defending america" she says. *

*"Do you notice all his domestic solutions will eventually benefit big
corporations*

* at the expense of the citizens."*

*It usually takes me a week or two to figure out what that cat is
talking about,*

* but she's usually right.*

*"This time, it will be better to have the devil we don't know,*

* then the one we do."*

*she whispers to herself,*

*"this one is a devil"*

 

 

*"His mouth is moving, but nothing real is coming out" *

*"He talks of fighting terror, but he's the one who created it." *

*"He's now attacking a senator who has been reelected a few times fairly,*

*and actually served in the military." *

*This is going to be a long night I think to myself.*

*She catches me rolling my eyes. *

* She jumps up to her spot.*

* Oh, oh,*

* she's*

* mad.*

*She gives me that look and says.*

 

 

*"So let me tell you something human.*

*The world will always be a dangerous place.*

*Don't let those bumbling, finger pointing, tough talking phonies fool you.*

*They talk of family values and morals, but look around do you not*

*see the cuts in the budget for education, health, and services*

* for your fellow common working humans.*

*Always trying to eliminate the laws that protect you,*

* saying they get in the way of progress.*

*Bush and his created this mess, and now they want you to give them
another four years.*

*And how many more of your fine young children?*  

*Who signed up to serve and defend, *

*  not to be used as a publicity stunt for a bunch* *of self-serving
**hypocrites.*

* They thought they would march into a "for sure" win in Iraq,*

* and*

* if they make a few dollars for their friends and themselves rebuilding
Iraq,*

* there's already 3 billion unaccounted for,*

* so be it,*

* freedom isn't cheap.*

*Then march away with this election and forever stand victorious in
history as*

* Gods of Freedom."*

 

*She looks back at the TV and says.*

 

*"Well Bumbles, what happened.*

*Forget to tell the rest of the world your plan?"*

*"If he was truly presidential material he would not seek a second term,*

*but step down,*

*now!*

 

*"Now scratch my head." she demands.*

*  I scratch.*

* She's been hitting the nip*

*again.*

 

 

 

 

*cat2*

 

*As she ate, I could tell that she was sad.*

*"What's up Cat?" I asked.*

*the cat said*

*"Well you humans have voted for that guy again. I just don't believe it. *

*Mother nature puts her paw on the land and your whole existence has
changed.*

*You and yours are at a fork in the road right now and don't even know it.*

*One of my previous lives I was from a planet that the beings had
reached balance. I remember the histories*

*told of the beings, who not realizing cooperation with their own
planet, was eliminated by the planet itself.*

*Bad leadership, it's time now for you humans to realize what you really
need to exist.*

*Food and shelter. Not all that "junk" you crave."*

 

*When she wasn't looking *

* I kicked my girlie mag behind a painting,*

* that was leaning against the wall.*

 

*"I saw one of these  planets in my travels, It is still there and is
one of the most beautiful,*

*in the universe, without beings like us.*

*That's why I always appreciated my being alive no matter what form it
took.*

*And respected the planet I was on.*

* But being a cat at the beginning,*

* I am once more a cat at the end,*

*of my nine lives."*

 

*Her head turned to the floor and she looked down.*

 

*"Oh no," I said. "Your not going to start that sad song again.*

* Shall I tell you of this broken heart of mine.*

*A million thorns pierce it,*

* equal to the tears I shed every night to drown out the thoughts,*

* of her."*

 

*I was trying to cheer her up.*

* She laughed, a little too much.*

*It worked.*

*She always got a kick out of my misfortunes.*

 

*She cleaned herself, but I could tell her mind was contemplating
"something". *

 

 

*Suddenly she started pacing around the room frantically back and forth.*

*"My last life, I should just sit this one out." that cat said to herself.*

*Oh no, I thought, this is going to be trouble,*

* for me.*

*"I am a cat now, what can I do?"*

*I looked for the catnip.*

 

* We were out.*

 

*she picked her head up and looked at me.*

 

 

*"Human on the planets where our type prospered the beings all came to a
point where they realized what they were doing and brought things into
balance with the planet.*

*Without regard to the leaders at the time.*

*Civilization did not fall apart, on the contrary, it really became a
civilization.*

*You can only imagine the potential you have and the future ahead of
yourselves.*

*You haven't seen anything yet.*

*The powers that be, tried to force the old ways back on the beings, but
the*

*beings just naturally cooperated with each other for the benefit of all."*

 

*"I have a plan" * *she said.* *"But first, I must see what I have to
deal with. "*

*"Human" she ordered, "try to survive without me till I get back."*

*She looked at me for a moment,*

* then before I realized what was happening,*

* she jumped out the window.*

 

*"Your an inside cat" I yelled.*

 

*ms buddhabellystudio*

 

*I ran to the window hoping to stop her but she was nowhere in sight*.

*I screamed "No Kittens!"*

 

 

 

*cat3*

 

 

*Haven't seen her.........I was thinking...........well maybe it was the
cat's way of saying "goodbye". *

*She does get bored easily with me.............after the stories she
told me of "her" lives.*

*The way she tells them.*

*Man*

* *

*She thinks this is her last life. No, I tell her, the time as a galaxy
doesn't count.*

*She says it was the most* *pure,** The one life she wished lasted longer.*

*It doesn't count for you,* *I tell her,* *you found a "kink" in the
system.*

* I say, because she's the only one that remembers her lives,* * that
she knows of.*

*Besides, where you go after this one,*

* is the one we all go to. *

*At least you had nine turns.*

 

*last night*

 

*a knock on the door.*

*There stood a monster of a man. From the smell and appearance of him,
homeless.*

*But it was as if he was asleep.*

*Kind of like he was there but not there.*

*Just this huge bulk mass of clothes, hairy flesh and muscle.*

* Luckily the cat had been teaching me to be relaxed and ready.*

*Only clean underwear was on my mind.*

* Was I wearing clean underwear, so when they find my body. *

 

*His head still down, the mouth opened wide as it seemed possible,*

* then close, then open, then out came this *

*"Don't take my picture"*

*the sledge hammer of a fist came straight up toward my face and then
continued to halt in front*

*of it's owner, as if to block a strike.*

*I know that voice! *

*It was the cat's.*

* "Give me two cans of fancy feast, you know which kind,*

*write your phone number on it with something permanent...and...*

* ten dollars for the man,*

*oh, and permit me to get something from the studio.*

*If you have to go to the store or bank, I'll wait outside.*

*You know who sent me."*

 

*Luckily I had everything at the studio. When she left, I thought she
would be back the same night.*

*She never went out while I had her.*

* But after awhile I worried and yeah, missed her,** winter was here. *

*I purchased all her favorites, bought a new dish, even* * changed the
cat box.*

*By this day, I had given up all hope. *

*The man put a piece of paper into my hand.......rushed into the
studio............went to where the cat box was,*

* reached into the back of a work table and pulled out* *a plastic bag,*

*which he quickly put into his pocket and rushed out the door.*

*I knew it! *

* She kept a stash.*

 

*I opened the paper, *

 

 

*it was a letter from her. Using the tip of her nail, she scratches the
paper to print messages to me so as not*

*to disturb her "thinking" when I come home. "Thinking", huh, looks like
sleep to me.*

*I just wet it with coffee or whatever I'm using to paint at the time,
the colors bring out the letters and the writing is legible.*

*You have to hold it at the right angle to see it.*

*the letter read.*

*came by earlier you not there*

*going to see governor's **state speech*

*try to see you tomorrow*

*have to catch a train or plane east*

*keep stash ready*

*call if able*

*Now, I can finally watch "Okalahoma" again.*

*Went back to practicing my model runway walk. *

 

 

 

 

*cat4*

*Now that Cat is gone I can get back to life as an international playboy.*

*I've been in a rut lately with the opposite sex*

*but I've been to Mexico, so I guess that makes me international.*

*But that playboy thing, well, I should have read the articles.*

*If only Cat was here to advise me.*

*The way she talks.*

*Let me explain, this cat sees a higher or lower spectrum of light waves
and a higher or lower frequency of vibrations*

*of the particles that make up objects. *

*Or so she says.*

*She can focus her vision to different dimensions or planes. *

*So when she describes objects to me, well, that isn't the way I would
describe them. Especially after she's been nipping.*

*Which is practically all the time.*

*She says it's not a problem, "Like the hair on the tip of my tail, I
got it licked."*

*She always says this when during the telling of one of her adventures
lives she finds herself in a very impossible situation.*

*You say to yourself that no, no way is she going to be able to do that.*

*No, no, way is she going to explain this.*

*No, no, way is she going to get out of that.*

*Then she says, "Like the hair on the tip of my tail, I got it licked."*

*And then does the impossible.*

*Oh! the phone.*

*It's her. "Human you alright?" Yeah, I reply.*

*"Listen, don't worry. Has there been any strangeness at the studio?"*

*No.*

*"Any furniture move by itself or strange noises?"*

*No.*

*"Saw Inaugural and now must go to the desert by the full moon, tell you
everything*

*when I return.*

*Listen carefully human.*

*I'm going to ask you a question,*

*and your answer will determine your own fate."*

*Sure.*

*"If I come back, it might mean your demise."*

*Sure, come back, I'll have all your favorites ready was my answer.*

*I hate when she speaks French.*

*Denise.*

*Who does she think she is?*

*I never let her know that I don't speak it.*

 

*I hate that little paw doing the L for loser on her tiny little forehead.*

 

*"Good, I knew you wouldn't let me down.*

*If meant to be we'll get out of this in one piece. Goodbye."*

 

*What's she talking about, are we moving?*

 

 

 

 

*cat5*

*last night*

 

*It rained.*

*Well I was coming home from a night out.*

*I guess the cat is right, disco is dead.*

*But, I'm much taller in these shoes.*

 

*At the nightclub. Instead of a pickup line.*

*I tried that rolling of my eyes a few times and then opening them as
wide as I could while I tilted my head back thing.*

*It must only work for cats.*

 *But, on the other hand.*

 *The ladies wouldn't take their eyes off me.*

 

*Just before I reached the front entrance of the studio.*

*I heard a quiet moan with a cat accent.*

*It was coming from behind the trash bins.*

*"human."*

*I run to the word.*

 

* It's her, and she lay flat behind the trash.*

*She's wet , shivering, and barely breathing.*

*The way she looked,*

*scares me,*

*to the hairs on the back of my neck.*

*I pick her up gently in my arms.*

*She is lighter then I remember. She is as limp,*

*as a wet rag,*

*as if* *dead.*

*Cat.*

*Cat.*

*Talk to me.*

*I take her inside, and while holding her as gently as I could,*

*made a bed, by the heater, and lay her down on it.*

*Then I started a bath for her. *

*I'm taking you to the vet I say.*

 

*"No!"*

*"You.........mustn't,*

*"THEY"............are.........................................here."*

 

*Then her little head flopped over and she was out.*

*suddenly I felt a terrible loss in my most inner being,*

*As if my whole heart had been ripped from my chest,*

* and could no longer hold back the tears.*

*Trying to express my most loving feelings,*

*I hugged her tight,*

*but gently,*

*giving something for her to hang on to, so as not to slip away.*

*I rubbed my nose to hers while I softly stroked her fur.*

 

*"You rest Cat, I'll watch the night.*

*If Death comes.*

*I swear,*

*he will have to take me first,*

*and* *I'll meet you on the other side."*

 

*Remembering that first night we met.*

*We are there once again, her, one breath from eternity.*

*Then,* * a little kitten with her tooth broke, her fur burnt badly and
a bent tail.*

*Dying.*

*The result of some thoughtless punk prank done with wire, lighter
fluid, and a rag.*

*What did she mean?*

 

*"They"*

*"They" who are they?*

 

*or is it?*

 

*They, who is they?*

 

*or is it?*

 

*They, whom is they?*

 

*or is it?*

 

* They, them they?*

 

*or is it?*

 

*Them, they, who is, they, then?*

 

*or.....*

 

 

 

*cat6*

*After a week or so.*

*Finally that cat wakes up.*

 

 

 

*You know cat "I'm not as dumb as I look". I says, while I give my head
a shake.*

*"Did you take the team I told you?" she asks.*

*Yep, the Falcons, and, I lost!!*

*"THE FALCONS" She screamed.*

*You said the bird, I bet a guy at work, and no points.*

*"I said the BIG bird," with her cat growl and half hissing. "We could
have used that money."*

*Oh, Oh, there goes the "You are wrong!" taunt and dance.* *I've been
practicing for years.*

*"Why, you................" she stopped in mid sentence. Staring at me
with that all focused cat look.*

*then suddenly,*

*regained her composure, and her eyes softened as she looked at me.*

*She did that attention pose. Then said,*

*"I would like to thank you for saving my life, once again human."*

 

*Well, did you see what you have to deal with? I quickly change the
subject.*

*How was Sacramento and Washington? You didn't have to go to the desert,*

*I changed the cat box last week, I say.*

*I was full of questions, important questions.*

*About you know whom, the Gov and Bumbles.*

*I'm not allowed to say their names in the cat's presence.*

*"The traitors names shall never be spoken in this space*

*else they leave a stain, time itself can not erase from our very souls."*

*She is so dramatic.*

 

*They are "traitors" to the American people she proclaims,*

*and should be treated as such.*

*She goes on for a while, I pretend to listen while I look thru the
Star's article on Hollywood's 25 Hottest, Richest Woman.*

*You know, in case that internet dating thing doesn't work.*

*I'll give one them a call, one in twenty five chance, not bad.*

*"Human are you listening?" she asks.*

*Yeah, tell me what happened after you jumped out the window, I say. If
I can get her talking, I can finish the article.*

*She starts.*

 

*"Well the first thing I did was put my ear to the ground in order to
find one of earth's communication veins.*

*I found one announcing a meeting at a certain spot in the desert on the
night of the full moon.*

*Warning all mobile creatures not invited to stay away, under penalty of
death.*

*This is big news, a grand council of all the inhabitants including the
earth.*

*Humans are always invited, they seldom come anymore because they have
lost touch with the main vein.*

*What ever happens I must make that meeting."*

*That night she says, she just orientated herself to the human colony
that we live in, that is how she started her* *journey.*

*Looking around the city getting a feel of the inhabitants.*

*She heard the street conversations of world and local news.*

*Spending a night with the homeless.*

*She curled in between a couple and child, so all could combine heat,
she was well welcomed.*

*She told me how she wrote the message on a scrap piece of paper with
her nail.*

*Then left a fortified order in a drunken man's head, to deliver a
message to me.*

*She had heard of a speech being given by the guy who thinks he runs the
place,*

*and had to catch a ride to Sacramento were it* *was to be held. *

*So spotting a well dressed local politician, standing outside his limo,
chatting up a girl on the corner, the cat*

*jumped into the limo and got a ride to the show.*

*She says she wanted a total look of the world, land, creatures, plant
life, and wind.*

*Also the illusion that we humans believe.*

*"You know, to measure the now of happenings that brought us to this
time." she says with that air of superiority.*

*"Cat you sure talk pretty stupid." I tell her.*

*"Just watch the TV like everyone else to see what's happening."*

*I asked, How did she know that the limo was going to Sacramento.*

*"when you are awake human, you just follow the path with complete
faith." she says.*

*Tell me more I say. While I skim the Star half listening to her whilst
I pick out me a fiancé.*

 

 

*cat7*

 

*So I*

*emailed the 25 most hottest richest women in Hollywood.*

 

*See if they want to see a movie. Talk it out with them, see which one
I'm most compatible with.*

*I'm sure she'll have a car.*

*Oh! here that cat comes, from doing her business.*

*Oh I know that look. "Go on, tell me more." I say, acting excited, so
as to get her talking*

*before she asks me to change the box.*

*It works.*

 

*Well she gets to the capital just in time to hear the speech. No
problem to get into the audience.*

*"Well scripted, and acted." she reports.*

*"Shouldn't hold his nose over his audience so high. *

*It gives the impression he is bigger than he is, but makes him look
like Mussolini.*

*An overall regular guy, who likes to win.*

*But right now we need a real governor.*

*Not some cheerleader.*

*Why pick on nurses, teachers, retirees benefits, and redistrict the
state and there by tamper with the vote.*

*Talk about special interest.*

*An overall regular guy would not do that, especially a hero type."*

*His communication spectrum appears to start outside his body and not
from his center, she explains to me.*

*Hell I don't know spectrums, I can't see them.*

*"It means that its not coming from his heart."*

 

*she says.*

*"And the way he bullies.*

*What is this?*

*A shakedown.*

*I decide to investigate more."*

 

*So that night she sneaks into were Gov is asleep.*

*She adjusts her sight to see the maximum amount of spectrums possible.*

*Which she says is good for seeing around corners and stuff,*

*but it also has its drawbacks, she has to determine what is solid.*

 

*She describes a room of transparent forms of different vibrating colors
and dancing spectrums coming from everything.*

*The Gov is sleeping alone *

*with box of chocolate beside him and the wrappings all over the place.*

*Blankets kicked off, she goes on to describe a short, muscled man*

* wearing very provocative night wear. *

*And off the head of the Gov is a unnatural source emitting spectral
waves which*

* reach far in all directions.*

*She had to walk in stealth for an hour to approach the head of you know
who.*

*She sees that the strange source is actually a single strand of hair on
his head.*

*Well not a hair but a device resembling a hair .*

*A device that sets off waves of energy causing panic and confusion to
an enemy,*

*but this one has been set to produce feelings of contentment and
confusion.*

 

 

*"Strange" she says,*

* Earth technology is not there yet and this device shouldn't be here,
but there it is.*

*I can't let her get away with that insult.*

*What about the space ships in Star Wars I say with my superior look on.*

*She just gives me that blank look, I got her again, she continues.*

*So this is not right she proclaims,*

*that a device like this is unlawful on any civilian, especially anyone
in a position of power.*

*She acts out her story, using the room as her stage,*

*telling me "I am still an officer of the Riders and the device must*

*be confiscated and destroyed."*

*So she very, very carefully catches the strand between her teeth and
just before she can pull it out.*

*She had mistook an ear for a fold of the pillow and she brushed it
waking the Gov.*

*He jerked up causing her to clamp her claws into his head so as not to
lose hold of the device caught between her teeth.*

*Describing a scene of this screaming muscleman dressed in a satin teddy
with puffy trim and a cat clinging tight to his head *

*bouncing around the room knocking over everything.*

*She's laughing as she imitates the Gov's dancing hysteria.*

*"Help! Help! terrorists!" the Cat pantomimes the Gov, dancing in place
on her hinds*

*with her little paws waving in the air.*

*Cat yanked the hair out, jumped off while the Gov was running head first*

*and at full blast towards a nearby wall, hitting it with a loud thud.*

*Men ran in, guns drawn, she slipped out between their legs making good
her escape.*

*That night as she looked for a ride to Washington she puzzled on the
device* *she threw into a bum's fire.*

*Was the device put there by the Gov or by someone else, and did he know?*

*Deep inside she felt this terrible fear of the only possible
explanation for this device.*

*After eight lives she knew when the end of the ninth was close.*

 

*Wait a minute Cat, I say, I got some email about my online personal add.*

*"Come up to my place and see my talking cat."  I use the name "Snappy
Dresser"*

*Let me check my email. *

*It's a good story and all, but I have a life too, and I can't keep the
ladies waiting.*

 

 

*CAT 8*

*After checking the computer*

 

*I returned to where Cat was sitting.*

*It was just email for some pills to help my love life and*

*a request for more money,*

*from that prince who is trying to get his money out of his country*

*and I am going to make a bit of money.*

*It's all hush, hush.*

 

*"Cat are you sure you never talk to anyone but me?" I ask.*

*Ignoring me the Cat returns to her story.*

* "I wonder on the intrigue of such an idea. A device causing all humans
around it to feel foolishly safe.*

*The opposite of it's original invention, to bring terror and confusion
to any enemy without training or better yet,*

*knowledge of it."*

 

*Well, she explains all the possible explanations to me.*

*Excluding the possibility that he put it on himself, because the
effects of the device left on constantly*

*impair the subject's judgment, and insight into himself.*

*But that would explain the Hummer, she says. *

*"On a governor, we'll be led into disaster.*

*On a president destruction.*

*It creates a distortion in the subject's illusion of self.*

*He didn't put it on himself.*

*Only an enemy would do this. For what purpose? And the device itself,
out of time.*

*It didn't make sense."*

 

 

*I tell her if I had that device I would put it on and become a famous
Hollywood actor*

*and everyone will love me.*

*Buy a big mansion and have parties every night.*

*Of course I would donate to charities and do plenty of good things.*

*There is that blank look again.*

*She continues as if quoting an oath.*

*"I was a Rider when I met my end on that planet.*

*So I am still a commissioned officer of the Riders, born in space, on a
mission to protect my mother universe.*

*Never seeing the planet of my ancestors and with only the remotest
possibility of my offspring ever returning.*

*The universe is my mother I must protect her and tend to her needs.*

* So it is my duty to protect my position*

*under any circumstances and with whatever means."*

*She sits with complete cat awareness,*

*eyes as sharp as two lasers, straight and at attention.*

*You know, Cat you got to learn to chill sometimes, I tell her.*

*"Nip and a movie, sounds nice." She says.*

 

*Tell me about the desert. What was that like?*

*When you were in that delirious state you said the earth was talking
and something,.......*

*about...........the creatures.........secret army.*

 

*Animals, insects, fish, trees, rivers................. everything.*

*"Let me tell you as it happened, Human. Because instead of you,*

*danger was my only* *companion."*

 

*She goes on how the device must have been put on the Gov by an enemy.*

*But, to what purpose? California was being attacked? By whom, Arizona?*

*No, this can only be an outside attack, Earth was ripe for the picking,
everyone fighting, and prophecies of a return*

*of some rescuer. Not realizing all along the rescue was in themselves.*

*Like the Aztecs before Cortez, history repeats itself, she said as she
giggled and then grew dark and worried.*

*"Then, I didn't know the time or place of my death as a Rider relative
to now.*

*So I wasn't sure if a patrol was nearby or if they even existed at this
time." she purrs.*

*She runs over to the window and looks out into space and breaths in
deep, unusual for a cat.*

*I know what she's doing, she's reliving some of her various lives,*

*looking for clues.*

*I'll bet she did that a lot on her adventure.*

 *Well...........while she's staring and contemplating.*

*I returned to cutting my hair. Which is very hard to do without an
extra mirror.*

*I'm not so sure of the back but the front looks good.*

*Hmm.......except for that one...side...*

 

*cat9*

 

*After cutting my hair I put on the clothes I bought for my new "look".*

*After that disastrous disco night last time, I thought I might try and
update my style.*

*You know clothes, accessories, and of course,*

*ATTITUDE.*

*So I thought I try that gangster look. You know that rapper Half
Dollar, he's a player.*

*So I went out and bought some over size pants and shirt,*

*and to make sure I was one step ahead of the style,*

*I bought oversize underwear, socks and shoes.*

*I don't know how the kids do it but I had contort my body to walk or
even just stand.*

*So while Cat was sleeping I snuck up on her, dressed up in my new duds
with my shades on.*

*Trying to look cool while squat walking.*

*"Whasssss up!" I said with all the gangster I could muster.*

 

*"You know human, your not such a bad guy." she said without even
opening her eyes.*

*"If you just let yourself be it's self, all the goods for you will
come. But for some reasons unknown only*

*to you at this state of the this planet.*

*You keep putting things on yourself that*

*don't fit."*

 

*She sits up and continues her tale.*

*She looked for......and snuck into the most posh hotel she could
find......and stayed the night in the basement.*

*The next morning she was adopted by a little girl in the lobby while
she was foraging*

*for something to eat.*

*A little smile comes over the cat............while she describes the girl.*

*"About five........and had this light about her,*

*this curiosity and awe of everything about her.*

*Endlessly adjusting her glasses that always sat unevenly on her face while*

*she looked through them as if she was looking over a fence.*

*Adding up the effects of the size and thickness of the lenses, plus the
little girls own keeping her*

*eyes wide open, so as not to miss a happening or drop of light.*

*She was the cutest, oddest, most lovable human I have ever met.*

*What a light.........*

*Her spectrum was full and round.*

*Mute much the time, she was like invisible to the adults as she walked
about freely*

*holding and stroking me in her arms.*

*Everyone around the girl assumed that I was the little girl's pet."*

 

*Cat found herself headed for Washington DC, for that was where the
little girl's family was headed.*

*To see the president's inaugural.*

*Cat said the little girl was with her grandparents,........a well to do
couple with southern accents*

*but wore cowboy hats and boots.*

*They had their hands in everything, oil, real estate, construction,
politics, religion and you know............everything.*

*They were well connected and big contributors.*

*When friends visited the bus, talk was always the same, less
government, less regulation, and*

*government interference.*

*"Let the buyer beware".* *Was their mantra Cat said, with a sneer on
her cat face.*

*"And as for being Christians, I can see HIM whipping them right now and
telling them to*

*"Sell everything and follow me". Remember human I was there."*

*Cat said and continued.*

 

*They are afraid to fly so they travel long distance by a private bus,
not and ordinary bus*

*but a luxurious bus with servants and security.*

*They didn't sleep on the bus, but in big hotels which gave Cat a chance
to see the U.S. of A.*

*Cat overheard the two security agents on the bus talking about her
adventure with Gov except it was all bull.*

*The story goes that a army of  terrorist had attacked the Gov and he
fought them off.*

*But the outside videos only showed a small animal running away.*

*It was all hushed up due to the Gov's so called* *work out pajamas.*

*The agents involved were shipped overseas.*

 

 

*"where are you going dressed like that?" Cat asks.*

 

 

*"Out" I said as I headed out the door, after I locked the door*

*I bought clothes in the colors of my barrio because I was going to go
to a local dancehall but I changed my mind.*

*Someone might recognize me and blow my new look, I'm always a joke to
the local vatos.*

*It wouldn't be cool to the ladies, for all the dudes to be laughing at me.*

*So,*

*I squat walked my way to the next barrio the home of the opposing gang
of my neighborhood.*

*No one will know me there and they will just think I am a guy from the
other barrio.*

 

 

*cat10*

*From the darkness.*

*The cat's voice.*

*"Well, what happened to you?" Cat asked.*

*Well there is no hiding the fact that you have climbed through the
window in the middle of the night*

*from a cat as sharp as this one.*

*I had walked into the club of the other barrio wearing colors from my
neighborhood, in the midst of a disagreement of real estate.*

*When they jumped at me grabbing my clothes, which luckily for me, of my
new style. I slipped out of them,*

*and was able to escape. And...............I was about to sneak into the
studio without any one knowing,*

*that naked man running through town slamming into things, with an
oversize beanie covering his face was me.*

*When that Cat caught me.*

*"Oh, I was at the movies." I replied, trying to be as casual as possible.*

 

*"And your clothes?" Cat persisted in her inquiry.*

*"I gave them to a homeless person" I said holding my chin up, showing
Cat that I was not going to budge from my*

*tale.*

 

*"Finish your story." I asked Cat, to change the direction of conversation.*

*Cat made herself comfortable and started again.*

*Due to her ability to see energy shapes differently then you and me her
description of people is odd.*

*She described the people as if they wore masks due to the energy stress of*

*keeping a different face on in public, then the mask would change with
situations.*

*She told me of how the faces would change to practiced poses which from
her view*

*contorted the faces into frightening or hilarious faces having nothing
to do*

*and sometimes contrary* *to the projected emotion.*

*Besides changing shape their spectrums would change colors adding to
the effect.*

*She says it's the most curious sight to see. With people standing
perfectly still you can*

*see a thought appear in their head and then ignite their chest*

*then spread and grow throughout*

*the body.*

 

*A single twitch of a finger would appear to be a colorful solar flare
jetting across the room*

*if it was inspired by the thought.*

*But usually when the the thought appeared it had no shape or form but
simply caused*

*a nodding of approval from the listeners.*

 

*She tells me of this one night when visitors came to the bus, well
really friends,*

*no the way she describes them business associates.*

*She says there were so many faces and color changing in the
entertaining compartment*

*of the bus.*

*Twisted contorting figures changing colors while just talking.*

 

*"There was one human I instantly took a dislike too."* *she said with a
snarl.*

*He had one face but not much spectrum.*

*She described a loud mouth man who was some media personality of sorts.
Cat calls him that old righty.*

*"A unhappy man who knows he bullies and thinks he's clever about it."
Cat hissed, "Saying whatever he's paid to say.*

*Hanging up on any caller who he couldn't bullshit or bully.*

*I kept my eye on him because when no one was looking he would smile and
wink at the little girl."*

*The little girl had dressed Cat up with doll clothes complete with
bonnet and had Cat in the doll's stroller*

*pushing Cat around the bus.*

 

*Cat said that* *the grownup humans were having some meeting or
something about buying certain*

*stocks and timing them to grow at a pace that would gather the small
investors.*

*Then when the price was right they would sell till the level was back
to what it was before they pumped it.*

*With a tinkle of glasses of champagne they yelled in cohesion.*

*"It was time to slash prices."*

*and*

*"Buyer beware"*

 

*Next came the donations to those who delivered the flocks.*

 

*Next donations to those able to carry states by confusing local issues.*

 

*Next the paid reporters.*

 

*Someone mentioned the* *war and those poor boys fighting for democracy
as they lifted a glass to toast.*

*On and on into the night.*

*Celebrating and congratulating themselves on a successful takeover of
the world, in their eyes.*

*If the subject of Iraq came up everyone hushed and pretended not to hear.*

*Saying it was a gamble worth taking.*

*Then find some reason to toast something else.*

 

*Then they started blaming the Mexicans for all their problems.*

 

*As the little girl pushed Cat into the rear of the bus singing and
adjusting her glasses.*

*Cat noticed something odd in a dark corner of the ceiling of an open
closet.*

*It was a circle of flies that caught her eye.*

*"Spies from the Earth", Cat says.*

*She told me how they must be spying on the humans also.*

*Cat told me how she had to always act as if she was unaware of the
natural world,*

*like most domesticated animals do*

*and just be,*

*and go about semi-aware in a relaxed state.*

*Which let me tell you, this cat knows how to do very well.*

 

*For if nature knew of her plans to stop their attack surely she would
be killed.*

*She tells me that like humans mostly going about their day without a
thought of nature, nature does the same.*

*A matter of fact, all the creatures go about the same, only aware of
each other when some kind of contact is made.*

*Then she looked at me, slumped, and let out a sigh of disappointment.*

*"Even the bodies in space, give each other enough space." she said.*

*"You humans are the stewards of the earth." Cat says while stretching.*

*"That is what the parable of the steward told by HIM is about, not
about dominance of the Earth.*

*But about it's care."*

 

*Cat smiled and said,*

*"Now you are about to be destroyed by the Earth and some alien
civilization.*

*And you think you are on top of the world. As usual pride before the
fall."*

*Now poised at the point of leaping to the next level of human
development we were stuck*

*in the middle ages again Cat says.*

*"Instead with your power of mass communication, manufacturing, and
technological advances we*

*follow a bunch amateur kings and queens and contribute to our own
slavery." Cat says to me.*

*"You could be so much more at ease if you all cooperated. It will
happen! Eventually when after some*

*disaster you can come together. Or you have depleted the resources for
your survival."*

*"Or" I say, "Destroyed from the outside and inside by aliens and my
planet."*

*My knees weakened by the thought of total destruction and maybe never
seeing the last Star Wars movie.*

*I fall to the floor in a panic.*

*Cat settles me down from my panic by rubbing her tail on the side of my
face.*

*I asked her,....................who would lead
us?..............................and Cat rolled her eyes at me and said.*

*"Act locally."*

 

*Cat says the flies were not the only spies on the bus but when she
scanned the bus's spectrum, she found*

*hovering over it a ship, cloaking device on.*

*It was invisible to the naked eye and probably also to our sensing
devices.*

*She couldn't make out were it came from because she could see only the
patterns of the energy*

*that ran through the ship that revealed it's shape.*

*It was about the size of a small automobile and was taking off when she
discovered it.*

 

*If you can't read about awful circumstances stop here and don't read
on, just look at a picture.*

 

*Meanwhile Cat was being pushed to the rear of the bus, Cat still
dressed like a doll, bonnet and all, still stuck in the*

*stroller tied down with a restraining belt.*

*When someone snuck up behind them, blocking the little girl and Cat
into a corner.*

 

 

*"It was old righty standing in front of me and the little girl, and we
were alone at the rear of the bus*

*from all the adults drunk and singing in the front." Cat says.*

*"He was drunk or drugged or something but he was leaning over the
stroller and*

*stroking the little girl's hair and telling her things I won't repeat..*

*When he got to close for this Cat's mind."*

*Cat as quick as lighting grabbed hold of old righty's, two front paws
wrapped tightly but gently around,*

*hinds with one twin each.*

*She dug her nails about a quarter inch deep and held.*

*Old righty's face was frozen and in shock as the blotches on his face
faded and in and out, over and over again.*

*Cat knew, that he knew, he couldn't move or cry for help,*

* because he would have some explaining to do.*

*The little girl unaware of what was going on*

* started giggling and poking old righty in the face, thinking he was
playing funny faces.*

*Making him move and giving Cat a chance to remind old righty of his
situation.*

*With every move old righty made, Cat gave him a squeeze.*

*Until she told him, "Stay away or I will give you a most terrible spin."*

 

*She released him, escaped from the belt and as he limped away she
poised to strike at the face this time.*

*She told me how she later went and erased his memory of the event after
he passed out on the couch.*

*Then they were in Washington.*

 

 

*cat11*

*Sorry about taking so long to continue Cat's story but, I got involved. *

*With a lady.*

 

*(While I painted and surfed the web, Cat would narrate her story, so I
made  notes and saved them.*

*I'm just giving the bones of the story here.)*

 

*But the lady,.......excuse me while I wipe the tears..............It
was a intense affair,............if you know what I mean.*

*I met her at a three minute speed dating club for seniors.*

*She was one of those cougar women, you know who like younger
men....................or so I thought.*

*And I'm in my 80's.*

*On the night of our hot * * rendezvous, I took Viagra, well a little
too much maybe.*

*While we were talking in the restaurant* *Cheaters shows up, cameras
and all.*

*Seems her girlfriend and her bad self had set up this routine to make*

*some extra cash and get on TV.**........**...........I was the "other
man".*

*Well the Viagra kicked in a little early and one of the bad side
effects of the stuff is temporary blindness. *

*So I sat blinded with the protruding result of the pill,*

*unable to stand up, due to the small distance between the table and the
seat.*

 

 

*Well the lover of my date began to beat, curse and spit at me.*

*All for the cameras and the extra cash for putting on a good show.*

*Then the date began to beat and curse on me too.*

*Pretty soon everyone in the restaurant was beating, spitting and
cursing at me,* *trying to get some of the action.*

*Let's just hope Elimidate turns out better.*

 

*My heart still hurts today, but it doesn't put a stop to my dreams of
being an international playboy.*

*"Washington? Tell me about the inaugural, Cat." I asked.*

 

 

*Cat just looked at me, shaking her head and snickering said.*

*"Let me continue human while you lick your wounds. That night after we
arrived in Washington,*

* I sat near the little girl all night and sent images of famous stories
of daring and do to her* *dreaming mind while she slept.*

*So what ever happened in her life she would feel confident in her actions.*

*I even threw in a few of my own. *

*I always made her the heroine of each story.*

*I fell asleep next to her doing this, trying to capture the feeling of
her purity in my memory.*

*Plus, the many adventures me and her had."*

 

*"Next thing I remember is being pulled out of my sleep by a tiny hand*

*and being carried at quick pace by a little girl running through the bus.*

*And by the time I knew what was happening I could only hang on.*

*With one black suited man chasing behind us and one holding a net
blocking the door."*

*Cat described how the little girl ran though the bus, which she knew
very well,*

*and due to her small size and speed was able to* * escape many close
calls.*

*Until she got to the drivers compartment locking the door behind her.*

*Luckily the bus was running.*

*She released the parking brake, jumping down slamming both her tiny
feet on the gas, she slammed it into gear.*

*Her and Cat huddled tightly into a ball on the floor as the little girl
kept her feet down on the gas pedal.*

*The bus jerked into motion and peeled out of the fancy hotel parking
lot and into the city commute traffic.*

*The bus hit a few cars until it ran into a big rig and came to a stop.*

*Cat mimicked the noises of crunching metal and horns blaring and the
cries of humans.*

                                                               

*Cat says she was in shock and just held on to the little girl, while
the little girl*

*seemed to be in her own zone and focused.*

*The little girl opened the drivers door and whispered into the cat's ear.*

*"Run away, they want to take you. Run as fast as you can." Cat imitated
the little girls voice.*

*She threw Cat then herself out of the door, both of them barely missing
the overturning bus.*

*Cat says she ran as fast as she could then just before she slipped into
a alley,*

*she looked back at the little girl.*

*Cat's head drops and she turns away so I can't see her teary eyes and
says.*

 

*"She lay lifeless, her little eyes closed, on the street guarded from
the traffic by the overturned bus*

*and a fence of crushed hoods of automobiles.*

*I froze and was about to return to her............when her tiny
hand.............waved me away.*

*A big smile came across her face, she adjusted her glasses and she went
back to playing dead.*

*I slipped into the alley."*

 

*Cat met another cat who told her of being captured by some humans in
uniform.*

*Taken to a building and being questioned by men in suits, for hours.*

*Of course he told them nothing cause cats can't talk human,*

*or this cat believed. Then being kicked and thrown out the door.*

*On the street, Cat met other cats who also had been captured, question,
kicked and released.*

 

*She read about the bus crash and the little girl from a discarded
newspaper*

*on the street. It read that the little girl was unhurt after surviving
a runaway bus.*

*Now getting into the white house that was going to be a problem Cat says.*

*Also Cat says it was freezing cold.*

 

 

*cat12*

 

*As Cat tells me, it was freezing in the capital. She circled the casa
blanca all night.*

*Trying to figure a way in, every device humans could assemble* *in
order to detect any movement was installed. * 

*Not even a mouse could squeeze through.*

*Add to the matrix of detection devices the human guards, trained to
target and subdue or eliminate any threat.*

*She described to me of the two possible ways in getting in for the lost
cat routine wouldn't work.*

*She could wait for the right time and just make a mad dash.*

* She can run pretty* * #@*% ** fast.*

*or*

*The other was stealth, she could creep, crawl, always waiting and
finally still a full on run across some empty space.*

 

*It was there she told me it was useless and that she knew she couldn't
make it alive.*

*She decided to turn back and try and save me because I was needed to
open the canned cat food.*

*Against nature she says humans as a whole don't stand a chance.*

*But that as individuals with the wind at our
backs.............well.......maybe.*

*We would have to go to high ground and start buying all the cat food,
dry and wet because*

*we both could eat it.*

*Get this. I'm suppose to get some guns and be the shooter.  You know,
against the rowdies.*

*She would attack them, blinding them with her razor claws and all I had
to do was shoot.*

*Let me tell you Cat has it all worked out.*

*If there ever is trouble, you want Cat with you.*

*She said of the invading aliens, we will have to see them first, they
were just another army to her.*

*More than a few of her lives were military.*

*"Tactics would be decided then." She says.*

*She tells me, that if things get really rough,*

*she might slow me down and we may have to part, in order for me to have
a better chance.*

*What a friend.*

 

*It was there she decided to let the wind decide.*

*When she looked up at the clouds to see which way they were moving she saw*

*it.*

 

*"I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my own ship." Cat said. "Slightly
larger than a car.*

*It* *glided gently to the top of the White House, Cat could only see
the spectrum of it's energy, so the*

*ship was minded into material undetectable to human sensing devices,
and the most precise, the humans themselves."*

 

*Now I still have to turn on the TV to get my mind off this.*

*Cat's ship is controlled, made, remade and run by whoever the rider is.*

*Like humans giving life to another human just a combination of atoms,
DNA, the unknown calling out for eyes here, legs there, and so on.*

*But instead of human a ship, actually something like a program that
builds itself into a ship*

*with an engine here, weapon turret there and so on.*

*Rebuilds the crew too.*

*Built or rebuilt according to the situation at hand, minded by the
rider and at an instantaneous speed if needed.*

*They tap into everything material, spiritual and the unknown, she calls
the wind.*

 

*The rider rode the wind of being, as quick as a thought, the fastest
thing in existence.*

*But whoever the rider is, must be finally tuned also or it doesn't work.*

 

*But imagine you and your conquering fleet tooling through space upsetting*

*the natural order of things, blowing up planets, pillaging less
technically advanced beings, thinking that nothing could stop you.*

*Because you are the most advanced, technologically speaking, creatures
around.*

*You see an old beat up ship or asteroid or even worse, don't see it at
all.*

*Then bang, instantly, the most powerful ship in the universe is in the
midst of your fleet.*

*Fully armed, with a complete crew, blasting away.*

*A ship instantly disappearing and reappearing anywhere in the battle
zone.*

*They have never been defeated.*

 

*"I had to find out what was going on. My cat's curiosity was afire."
she exclaims, fully engulfed*

*in her own story. Cat says there is no visits or interfering of
developing planets allowed to riders.*

*No organized civilizations should know of their existence.*

*But that was her ship, she knew, because she had minded this design.*

*She had to find out about this ship and it's occupant. So it was going
to be a mad dash, no time for stealth.*

*She set her sight at an open window she had spotted during her
surveillance, it was a longer run from*

*where she was. But there was no time for finding a better start position.*

*She also had to run blind, in order to reduce the reflection of her
eyes giving her away, she had to run with her muzzle pointing down.*

*She told me she said a goodbye to me, and resolved to make it to the
opening or exit her last life with no shame or regret.*

 

 

*Cat set herself into nothing mode, she calls it, knowing that the
second she broke the invisible sound*

*wave patterns that she would be targeted.*

*Cat says she had maybe about ten seconds to reach the window.*

*More than enough time to be detected, targeted and shot by an average
human guard, let alone a small army of highly skilled agents.*

*Not to mention any computer controlled sniper rifles.*

*She gave herself about fifteen feet of run so that when she set off the
sensors she would be at full speed.*

*As she approached the barrier picking up speed with every kick, she
says she could see at least three agents looking straight at her.*

*Flying through the iron bars where she expected to feel the ultra low
sound waves that the sensors checked.*

*She felt nothing, and the lights that flooded the perimeter of the
White House, went out then kept flickering off and on,*

*as the emergency back up system struggled to come on line.*

*The human agents were caught off guard and in a panic, aiming wildly in
all directions at invisible targets everywhere*

*except in Cats direction.*

 

*"I was a rider again, riding the unknown, but instead of a ship my body
like liquid lighting across the lawn."*

*Cat says, while imitating the rhythm of her body running in slow motion
for me.*

 

*The guards were so confused that she was able to use the shoulder of
one as a take off platform which*

*gave her the extra height to reach the window.*

*Exactly at the same time the power came back on the security system
automatically slammed the window shut behind her.*

*One fraction of a second later and she would have been cut in two.*

 

*"As I hung there from the chandelier a group of humans appeared out of
nowhere.*

*All dressed in strange costume and all manner of hair styles.*

*The room kept filling up with people.*

*So many, that it looked like a ocean of heads*

*all looking up at me.* *Then they all smiled in unison and*

*puff,*

*they disappeared."*

 

*Cat said, while putting on a very puzzled look of amazement on her
little face while staring into space.*

 

* Cat is a big ham.*

 

 

While clinging to the chandelier Cat tried to catch her wits and also
her breath, but

into the room rushed a group of humans.

They were very much on edge due to all the commotion outside

which they had deduced was a malfunctioning computer

in the security system, but none the less they were frightened.

 

 

* She froze, looking down she recognized some of the humans.*

* There was the Sneer, thee Jaw, Stinkweed, Con D, Hollywood P, and the
Wolf, and others she didn’t know. They locked the doors and turned off
the lights.*

* Cat switched her sight to spectrum, as she witnessed this suspicious
meeting.*

* In the blacked out room she could only see the light emitted from the
energy of the human bodies, “in total” Cat says, "their lights were
pretty dim”.*

 

 

In this little meeting they discussed their business.

So here is the skinny from Cat, they talked about:

First they congratulated themselves on a hard stolen election.......
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Cat had heard enough, it was time to find Bumbles and the alien.

So she started to shake the chandelier and make those strange cat sounds
that they make occasionally that can send shivers down your spine.

Cat had hoped this would scare the group into running out the room and
giving her an escape.

It worked pretty good except for the Sneer.

 

 

 

* The lights came on and there stood the Sneer with shotgun in hand
aiming directly at Cat.*

* It was sawed off; he always carried tucked under his suit.*

* “Block the windows and doors people, absolutely no witnesses, man or
cat”.*

*  The Sneer calmly told the frantic group.*

* Everyone ran to a window or door and the Sneer kept aim at Cat, when
out from his tight lips dripped the words. “Here kitty, kitty".*

* With no way of escape Cat prepared to jump the Sneer and leave a
lasting mark on this world she had found herself before she left it.*

 

* When all of a sudden bright colored shapes started appearing and
disappearing in quick succession in different spots around the room.*

 

*Existing for only a fraction of a second but so many of them that they
started to form individuals with the constant flow of spirits feeding
their identities.*

*One of the first to solidify completely was a black-indigenous
revolutionary soldier who stood in front of the Sneer blocking his shot
and saying "I am Crispus Attucks, the first to defy and the first to die."*

*Next was a Mexican recently dead from his attempt to reach the pursuit
of  happiness, tired, poor and yearning to breath free.*

* Then George Washington, Mark Twain, Crazy Horse, Lozen the legendary
apache woman warrior and other well known American freedom fighters.*

 

 

 

* "Stand down private" the Sneer shouts at the soldier, while he cocks
the shotgun.*

*  Right then George Washington throws a kick knocking the shotgun from
the Sneer's hands.*

* The Sneer and George Washington go at it, toe to toe.*

* Mayhem explodes, spirits and humans fighting throughout the room.*

* Except for Stinkweed, who while on all fours, was looking for a place
to hide when he*

* is caught by Sacagawea who is stabbing him with a sharp stick*

* while he crawls and screams with every poke.*

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile Benjamin Franklin unlocks a window and motions for the Cat

to escape out of.

Cat follows and Ben points to a open window on the next floor up

then he turns to face Con D with her razor tipped whip and deadly aim.

Cat climbs, leaving behind the battle with it's sounds of grunts,
groans, meat being hit,

furniture breaking and the crack of Con D's whip.

 

 

 

 

*During her short climb, Cat says she noticed armies of killer bees in
formation camouflaged in the trees, storm drains and every shadowed area
of the building on a moonless night.*

 Reaching the target window she peeks inside.

She is witness to what would be a odd and funny sight.

 Bumbles, he is wearing only his tighty-whites, like his tighty-whiteys
from the 4th grade, with six shooters, horses, spurs and cowboy hats.

Stretched to the limit, no wonder he squints his face and talks like that.

He is kneeling in front of a being who sitting on a plush chair.

 

 

 

A man with light brown hair and a perfectly trimmed mustache and beard,

eating chicken out of a bucket and drinking a forty.

Also he was dressed in Roman era civilian clothes, perfectly clean and
ironed.

He resembled  Jesus, not the real one

but the celebrity one you see in paintings, movies and other religious
paraphernalia.

Cat melts into her position, eyes and ears sharp to observe.

When a shotgun blast from the battle going on below, then alarms and the
pounding on the door.

 

 

* "Mr. President, open the door please, it is our duty to check on your
safety,*

* so forgive this procedure and us".*

* a voice, which cut right through the door.*

* The faux Jesus jumped up wiping chicken from his hands and face
licking his fingers*

* and then taking a holy pose making his face all pious while holding
his head high,*

* says to Bumbles "wait my return, my chosen one."*

* Then he walks slowly to the window and disappears.*

 

 

"Just a minute boys, let me get dressed." Bumbles said as he took off
his tighty-whiteys and hides them

under his pillow.

*Putting on his robe Bumbles heads for the door, Cat runs to follow the
stranger,*

*picking up the tighty-whiteys with her fangs along the way.*

*The same device the Gov had was implanted on Bumbles also.*

*Cat says they were clean and his lucky ones at that. *

*The very ones he was wearing when he hit that home run*

*as a child.*

 

 

 

 

*With her spectrum vision she can see the energy of the alien climbing
to the roof of the building.*

*He is wearing some suit that makes him invisible.*

*She can also see the ship and makes a run for the opening,*

*getting inside before the alien.*

 

*sorry about the delay but my "good" friend Bernie has disappeared with
the money he was holding for me*

*and I can't find him.*

*Things are slow down at the Earlybird......and I got let go as bouncer,
some of them seniors are tough.*

*The paper I work for has had a bad year and now I am the last paperboy*

*and my customers are on opposite sides of town, and San Francisco has
hills.*

*So I have adjusted for now. Where was I? oh yeah.*

 

 

*Looking around the ship she couldn't verify that it was her old rider
craft*

*or not, due to the inside being bare.*

*An empty interior, like the inside of a coconut*

*with ambient light evenly glowing through the walls.*

*She dropped Bumbles tighties from her mouth which instantly disappeared,*

* being absorbed into the floor of the ship.*

*While Cat watched the device  laden lucky fruit of the looms*

*disappear into the floor she didn't notice the*

*tiny pimple forming on the wall aside her.*

 

 

 

 

 

*And suddenly the memories came to her, she could see herself in the
rider craft.*

*Rider ship called because it was controlled by the thoughts of it's rider.*

*Instantaneous thoughts, which the ship would follow.*

*Changing direction, speed, shape, size or configuration.*

*Collecting and discarding matter as it suited the moment's need.*

*Using only the laws of attraction and*

*the manipulation of matter to move around the vessel, so without moving,*

*the ship could reach incredible speeds.*

*No engine to slow it down, controlled by the thoughts of it's pilot.*

*Instantaneous and complete, for the moment.*

 

 

 

 

*While lost in memory, she did not see the pimple hop from wall to her
open mouth*

*and once reaching it, formed around Cat's broken tooth making it whole.*

*Even if she was aware Cat might not have noticed for it happened so
quickly and with such stealth.*

 

 

 

 

*She was back where a huge armada of ships ambushed without warning*

*and immediately the tiny craft became a web of almost invisible wires.*

*In the arrangement of an immense sphere of radiating rods*

*with intricate patterns of geometric structures filling the interior*

*and extending for the distance of a small solar system. *

*Resembling a gigantic dandelion seed heart. *

*A shape the rider had imagined and made countless times for just such
an occasion.*

*It gave the pilot time to think while it gave the enemy no real target*

*without shooting it's own ships.*

*In this configuration ship had no weapons*

*but could destroy all communication between the enemy ships.*

*Cat say's the power of the ship....is it's ability to turn into
anything and any size,*

*if given time.*

*But something had made her pause from attacking.*

*Another rider ship in the midst of the battleships.*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*This sister ship, in the standard destroyer mode.*

*The big guns that at full power could devastate with precision and good
for ramming.*

*It's guns serving double purpose as weapon and armor.*

*The question of why it was not fighting seemed to be that it must be
captured.*

*No organic life forms where detected on the attacking ships*

*yet they maneuvered into position and opened fire on the silent rider
ship.*

 

 

 

*Our pilot contracted his ship, pulling from almost*

*invisible moon into a pod shape next to it's paralyzed sister.*

*As the ultra thin wires started to pull into the center they became
thicker and tougher,*

*as part of the stratagem of pilot, they knocked into or sliced through
the ghostly fleet.*

*Causing damage and confusion onto the opposing forces.*

*As the rider ship acquired mass to form a solid spherical object.*

*Looking like a huge iron ball with a small control room at it's center. *

 

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