"You might as well just return. I pray my brother does not return as foolish as you do. You could ask your cat," she told me seriously.
Another question just got added up to the many questions I had for her. "Please, my cat is not with me," I told her seriously.
"Your cat does not need to be with you always. What happened to the chip installed in the both of you?" she asked me seriously.
I swallowed. What chip now, God please save me.
"What chip?"
"The communication chips? The chip helps us communicate with our cat and helps our cat communicate with other cats. You must have really run mad."
I swallowed. Why was I hearing this for the first time? Why were cats the means of communication? Like no one uses phones but cats? That is crazy.
"I will tell dad to let you see someone to help you. the prison world must be a dangerous place to go to," she told me seriously. I believed she meant every word she said as her brow was furrowed worriedly.
I wanted to laugh. Why does she have to act so cold to me and make me hate her when she was a soft fluffy cat like mine.
Wait, my cat was not gentle at all but nice. I guess that describes her perfectly.
"You should be worried about your brother more. He is there now and will have to survive on his own. I hope he does not return looking like a moron," I told her seriously.
"You are out of your mind, really," she told me firmly before taking a glass of wine and sipping from it while glaring at me.
I felt like we had become close in a short while. "How is the king able to live for so long?"
"That is because he is the king."
"He was not a king before and he lived for hundreds of revolutions," I told her. I was slowly fitting into her method of calling years. Thanks to my geography class, I knew what she was talking about. I only wonder how long it took this world to do a revolution.
"He has the image of a king; he has always had that and his secret is something no one will ever find out."
Wait! I think he sucks people's blood to live. This is so crazy. No one on earth will believe me if I go to tell this tale. They will think I am mad and my mother will cry.
I might as well write fiction and make them believe it was my imagination and nothing more. Believe it or not, it happened to me. it is still happening.
I might go back to earth or forever remain here but whatever happens to someone will always be a part of that person. Even if the person loses his or her memory, he or she will always remember the feeling he or she felt in the past.
They will always be a part of that person that is why therapists always say we should accept the pain and hurt and use it to reform ourselves and recognize happiness.
Well, I am sort of diverting now, right? These days as you might have taken note, I have become very emotional. The overall conclusion of the matter is that I miss home.
I do not understand a lot of things about this world. I only know that the king seems to be in control of everything and he was feared greatly although the people were not into kowtowing as they did in the past on earth or prostrated in some other kingdoms.
I wondered why he was called king when he deserved to be called the emperor. He ruled a whole world, he might as well be the ruler of the world that would come later that my Sunday school teacher taught us about.
She said the man would rule the whole world and kings will be under him serving him. This king must be that man. He killed a woman and his brother told me the woman had not died but I saw her die.
I might be suffering from a serious case of hallucination as matter of fact. His brother was coming over again and the last thing I wanted was to be in the same frame with him.
I escaped even though I noticed my sister turn as she wanted to tell me something. The king's fiancée was left in the room to handle the banquet and you could call me stupid but she was my only way of escape.
She was nice. The king's brother ended up getting caught in a conversation of a trap with my sister and my other sister, younger or older I am not aware also joined them.
I must have been the reason why she did not enjoy the banquet with her sister.
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I can not express the joy I felt when I saw my cat in words but I was grinning from ear to ear. She did not even stand up to greet me as I walked toward her as she looked at me lazily from her basket.
I remembered that I had something to scold her about as I squatted in front of her basket and rubbed her pretty fur. I frowned immediately although I wanted to keep smiling. I just missed her, okay?
"You know I lost my memory because of that crazy shield acquisition but you did not bother to tell me all I needed to know. you are cruel," I scolded her seriously.
She raised her paw and rubbed her nose while looking at me sleepily. "I did not see the reason to tell you," She murmured and my frown deepened.
Did I just get such a cold answer from her? "You are not normal. You are supposed to be my internet connection to tell me everything I need to know to survive but you abandoned me. you are cruel, very cruel," I spat as I stood up.
"I am not a normal cat and could you stop using those terms that no one uses here? You could get executed for that and me along with you."
I swallowed and pouted at her scolding tone. "This is very crazy. Why did they choose a cat for goodness' sake? Not everyone is a lover of cats and some might be allergic to cats."
"I not a complete cat," she murmured her reply and looked away from me.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know either. Cats don't talk, do they? But I talk."