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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.
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