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"Re: Mind" A Cat's Moment |
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I slowed my breathing down, eyes closed shut and relaxed my limbs as the two humans walked into the room. Even though my transformation was incomplete, I have felt blessed by the Goddess that my can senses have stayed with me. I could smell that one of them was a male, assisting his higher-up. I sensed his uncertainty and fear from the slight trembling of his what I guessed, a clipboard, as he paced along the room.
"--but Mira! What are we supposed to tell them? That the Bell's Cat has only gone though a half of the transformation?! What are we to do with that thing now?" Mira, who gave off the smell of perfume and hairspray (or, that is what I think is what it is called) as her scent intoxicated my ability to smell and had--by reflex--me sneeze.
I felt the two humans' head turn in my direction.
I cursed at the Goddess at my own mistake as the lady Mira walked up and pulled back the curtains that separated my hospital bed from the rest of the white, sanitary cube. "Well well, how's the light treating your sight, my dear kitten--"
"How DARE you call me kitten!" My fur--er, hair--stood up on its end as my cat-and-human blood boiled and rose to the surface of my skin. As I swiped for her, her body shifted back, just out of reach, and with relaxation she retaliated with words, "Your soul may be 88 years of age, but your body is the size of a mere eight-year-old." She quickly snapped her gaze in the direction of the male assistant. "Jake! Write down that reflexes are well-above average for just having a received shot within 48 hours. Blood pressure and other readings are normal of a human, but sense-readings are that of an adult cat..."
Mira spoke on about my "readings" while Jake's handwriting increased speed, like his pulse. Mira began to touch me, feeling for my muscles and reflexes--if I were my old self I would have struck back, but being in the child-body I was also curious of what my own status was with my new corpse I now controlled. So I waited patiently as he words poured out of her mouth like a waterfall as the poor Jake struggled to write all she had to say.
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Finally the two left, Mira with her straight, prideful posture and pitiful Jake who struggled to say "good-bye"...even closed the door on his own hand! What a strange pair of humans.
I wonder what their connection to that vampire is...
My mind replayed the struggle, and searched for any clues that could tell me how I was brought to the medical room from the Tower. Humans. Lots of humans at one moment were speaking...very loud. It had faded. Smell? Lots of food...and chemicals. Alchemy? Magic? Market. Bids. That was probably it. Then the talking got quiet again as the temperature dropped...and a slight breeze. That was the extent of me recall before my waking in this room.
I filled my eight-year-old lungs with the air and let out a sigh.
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The white clock in my white room had indicated in human's hour that it was about four-fourty-eight in the evening. My time would have been spent sitting at the window and feeling the slight breeze weave though my fur, and the sun's rays warm my body while I watch the humans and other creatures of the area mingle around. If only. I noted on a white board a young human man who had checked on my status often had written numbers and corresponding notations with a blue marker:
BEL'S CHECK-UP:
9.00- give morning medication and breakfast
1.15- check stability and update data; give lunch
2.35- guest visit
3.25- check stability and update data
6.15- give evening medication and dinner
8.15-
It seems that the "8.15" did not have a note...I wonder what they plan. I assumed the numbers must have been how the humans notate their time, and knowing the current time, I had about an hour and twenty-seven minutes, perhaps, before my next giving of medication and food. I could escape--the whisper of my thoughts whipped though my mind and I felt my arms automatically reach for my...they called it "IV"?--and other wires needled into my skin. But I stopped myself, realizing my naïvety and impatience had almost let to the strange monitor machine beeping, thus signaling my escape.
I will give myself thirty human minuets to think of how to escape. I will get out. I want to be free, and prove by my pride I can win the bet against the masked human who had transformed me. Perhaps this was the challenge of survival. To turn myself back...
My hand reached over to the monitor...
 Solunsu · Mon Dec 21, 2015 @ 06:32am · 0 Comments |
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