I would give you a very positive answer if you ask me if I am nervous because I was very nervous that my palm was covered in sweat as I let my cat pick out my clothes for me.
She chose an all-black outfit for me. I was not into all black but from the outfits, in the closet the other guy who possessed this body must have been a lover of black.
I had a lot of black winter clothes at home since darker colors were the best for winter and I had no problem wearing them.
When my cat who had taken the role of my stylist finished her work, I looked into the mirror on the wall in the closet and smiled. I looked dangerously attractive.
Now that is not me being a narcissist because this body was not mine. I just admired how the person staring at me looked so appealing. I could swear that I will have a lot of bees and butterflies trying to get close to me.
"How do I look?" I asked my cat for her opinion.
She looked at me and then at my reflection in the mirror thoughtfully before replying, "Your reflection looks better than the real you."
Her reply had me pausing for a while to process the fact that my cat had just insulted me. "Same to you," I told her without hesitating.
She shook her head and the cat walked out of the closet under my angry gaze. "The mirror only shows a reflection of yourself," she told me at the door without looking back at me.
"Cruel," I murmured. When I noticed I was pouting, I cleared my throat and smirked in the most attractive way changing each side until I found one I was satisfied with.
"They will come for you soon," the cat announced from the room.
I wished I would be allowed to sleep through it all but you know the saying. . . If wishes were horses . . .
"Aren't you coming with me?" I asked her as I rushed into the room to see her walking back to her basket.
"No, I will not be allowed to attend such a banquet. Don't you think it is enough that you are an eyesore to them?"
"I don't care," I told her defensively. "I don't care," I tried to assure her.
She laughed at me. Wait! That must be very absurd right? It was not for me because it made me feel pathetic since I could not take her with me. I felt guilty.
"They will allow a cat into the place looking like me. See the colors on my body. I look like a human rainbow if that makes any sense," she said self mockingly.
I did not like the sound of that at all. "Is there anything you need to do to prepare to go out with me because I will not leave without you," I told her seriously?
"Don't bother," she told me calmly now since it seems she was aware that I was not playing at all.
After several failed trials, I gave up trying to persuade her to go with me. Her absence will only make things worse. What gives them the right to dictate whether my cat comes with me or not just because of her color.
I must be frank about it because she was very colorful but in the same way, you have the right to make fun of a friend but no one else has the right to do so, I felt very offended.
You might not believe me but I sincerely wanted her to go with me because I knew nothing and no one so it would be difficult for me to feel comfortable in the crazy banquet.
I was still a teenager for goodness sake. None of them had the right to make do such a thing.
"You should seriously stop acting this way. The fact that you lost your memory does not mean you lost your mind because you look nuts," I heard my cat scold me mockingly.
I glared at her and lifted my hands like I wanted to send a punch to her.
I had been to a few parties growing up but a banquet with the president which is just like the king here.
I have not gotten many opportunities yet although it was not too far since a lot of very important personas of my country came to my father's hospital and my father had a quite a number of them as friends although my father is not one to have too close friendships, especially with his patients.
My cat was not coming with me. Well, that was the conclusion of the matter and that did not sit well with me.
The woman was back with a knock on my door. I don't know why I was very sure that it was the same person but when I opened the door, she was standing before with her hands held before her.
I looked back at my cat's basket which let me see her through its holes. I was sure that I was pouting at this point. "Can my cat come with me?" I asked the woman when I could not ease the sad feeling I got from seeing her left alone.
"Her color . . ." the woman began.
"It is okay," I interrupted her because I did not want to listen to her tell me anything that further ruin my evening before it had even begun.
I will find a way to take my cat anywhere I desire. I just needed to put my intelligent soul to use since the brain was not mine.