Chapter 7 existential crisis

“Should I… or not…?”

I laid in wait, ready to strike at any moment…

“I shouldn’t, right?”

My eyes fixated on my target.

“But… it’s not my fault, whoever put it there clearly knew the risk…”

I wagged my tail slowly…

And begun to reach my paw out…

“But…”

I came to a halt…

“As a former human being, I shouldn’t, right?”

Contemplating my life, I walked from left to right, my eyes still locked on my target.

“On the other hand, I’m a spirit now, I don’t have to care about property damage!”

I came to a halt and sat down in front of it.

“I’ll do it!”

“Nothing can stop me!”

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“I. Really. Will. Do it!”

With my paw, I lightly tapped at it.

*Smash*

The once simple looking terracotta flower pot that lived its lonely existence at the edge of a roof, now laid shattered on the ground of a less frequented back alley.

The poor soul, plagued once with loneliness over being torn from its brethren, flew into the blue sky. Before vanishing, thanking me for setting it free from its earthly prison.

“Well, that’s my good deed for the day. I’m always glad to help, if it’s not too cumbersome, of course.”

I nodded in self-satisfaction.

***

“Hmm, it will be fine, right?”

I looked at the pencil near the edge of the table.

Originally, I planned a quick stop by the “Abenteurergilde”, because the receptionist always has some snacks ready for me.

“I already finished eating…” I glanced at him, focused on his paperwork…

“It’s not like it will break…”

I inconspicuously looked back and forth between him and the pencil while slowly sliding over to it.

Then, still with my eyes looking at him, I flung the pencil from the table.

*thud*

He looked up at the sound of something hitting the ground.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

A few seconds passed…

I stood up, turned my back on him, and jumped down, walking leisurely away.

***

“I’m not getting addicted to it!”

“It’s just…”

“Why do so many people let something stand at the edge…”

“It literally scrams to be thrown down!”

“Not my fault…”

I laid on the counter, wagging my tail, my eyes fixated on the salt shaker.

I lightly tapped my paw against it, bringing it closer to the edge…

“A bit more…”

“Almost there…”

I was highly focused, forgetting my surroundings…

Before I could tip it over the edge, I felt a hand on my head and a calm voice rung out, “What are you doing there?”

“Meow!”

I got startled, in the prosses pushing over the salt shaker.

He quickly caught it and put it back to its original place.

“Sometimes your actions make me believe you aren’t a normal cat, but if you do something like that, I doubt that judgment.” He patted my head before returning back to the customers.

“Meow?!” translated: “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Hey, don’t just leave! Explain yourself!”