This new owner was one of the most stubborn ones yet and I’d had many others!
Most had given me back to the shelter saying things such as “I don’t know what it is about him, but that cat just creeps me out”, or “He looks cute, but his stare gives me the chills!” others had thrown me out after yelling such things as “That bloody devil cat! Did you see what he did to me!” or my favourite “No no no no no, stop! Don’t knock that over!”.
I had even earned the nickname Demon thanks to my midnight coat, purple eyes and devilish tricks!
And yet despite me trying every trick, like my hiss of impending doom, my claws of flesh rending and the bite of bone crushing nothing seemed to deter her! I’d even tried some of my more drastic tactics like smothering her while she slept, slowly pushing valuables off of shelves while she looks on in horror and covering the keyboard while she works!
And yet, she still hasn’t taken me back to the shelter! Nor has she thrown me out the window screaming in rage! No instead she’d gotten the crazy idea that what I need is a nice calming walk in the mountains. Yup I a cat need to be taken for a walk! Well ill show her if it’s the last thing I do!
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Well Spoiler it was the last thing I did, in fact it was the last thing we did.
She had after nearly an hour of complete uncooperativeness from me gotten her newly brought cat harness onto my beautiful and soft fur, and the only reason I had been merely uncooperative and not downright belligerent was because I’d had an idea, a brilliant and stunning idea!
It had worked nearly perfectly as well, we’d left her little apartment, gone down the single flight of stairs and out onto the street next to the road. It was here that I executed my plan, I waited watching the road until at last a suitable vehicle came along, a large truck going just slightly too fast for our residential area. And bam out into the road I shot.
My plan worked, my troublesome owner was tugged right out into the road and thus also the path of the truck, there was however an unintended casualty.
ME!
It had been going so well, I’d caught her completely by surprise and she’d stumbled out after me, alas the truck driver must have spotter her at the last moment! And as such they’d swerved not enough thankfully to miss my little Miss, but just enough to get two for the price of one!
There hadn’t been any pain surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisingly given the fact that I’d gone from fur-ball to blood-splatter faster than I could say Meow, and that brings us to now where I’d only just regained consciousness in what I believe to be the afterlife, yet I was already spotting things I didn’t like.
Firstly, it was just darkness, a near endless void with only the occasional multicoloured orbs of light, a sight so far from the promised Endless Meadows of Prey! Said to be full of mice, red dots, thread wheels, yarn balls, scratchy trees, soft beds and females, that it nearly brought me to tears!
Secondly, she was still here! My meticulous and most definitely not spontaneous plan to be rid of her had failed! Worse yet she was talking to some kind of winged human! Probably already trying to get preferential treatment!
I began to move closer wanting to hear what they were saying.
Luckily, I wasnt called Whisper for no reason and I made barely a sound as I to snuck close enough to hear them.
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“…… so this god Credultus wants me to reincarnate as a Hero in his world?”
“Yes child, his world is desperately in need of summoned Heroes to fight back against the Demon Lords that are invading and corrupting the people with their foul magics and vile presence”
“But surely there are better people he could summon! I’ve never fought anyone in my life let alone a Demon Lord!”
“Ah but child it is not warriors he needs for even the great Demon Lords are not beyond the capabilities of his warriors, no what Credultus needs is gullible foo- I Mean pure hearted souls to combat the corruption of soul, mind and body that the mere presence of demons incurs!”
“So, I won’t be a like warrior fighting the demons directly but like a mage pushing back against this invisible corruption they spread?”
“Yes! You will fight the demon’s corruption in any way you can, perhaps as a great sorceress who can calm and bolster warriors minds against their insidious influence, perhaps as a priest healing the soul and body of those corrupted.”
“Okay then Mr Angel I’ll accept this offer of yours! If people need my help they shall have it!”
“Great Miss Maatu! If your just stand in this circle here I’ll begin the summoning process”
With that they went silent, my former owner Miss Maatu standing there in a red circle with a determined look on her face, and this new “Mr Angel” his face a mix of intense concentration and impish smile.
I didn’t know much about this “Mr Angel”, he was tall a tad more than four me lengths tall at 6’6”, he gave my most stubborn owner preferential treatment over me, he probably worked for this Credultus fellow and lastly, he had great, big, white, feathery wings.
The only things that had wings were birds, and birds were prey thus by this supreme logic “Mr Angel” was simply a trumped-up oversized bird just waiting to be pounced on, I started sneaking around getting behind “Mr Angel” and once behind him I waited, a true hunter has to pick the moment their prey least expects it to pounce.
“Hey Mr Angel, is it meant to smell like fire? And rotten eggs?” Maatu Asks.
“Ah that would be an unfortunate effect of the Demon Lords presence pay it no mind”
The summoning process continued.
“I can hear something; it sounds like creepy laughter. Are you sure you’re sending me to the righ-“Maatu said before being cut off as a bright red orb engulfed her.
“Ahh another soul lured away from heavens gates! What a good day its been.” My prey said to himself as he relaxed back with a sigh.
I paid their words no heed this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, that moment where they least expect an attack.
I pounced my crushing jaws aiming for the big birdies spine and claws unsheathed ready to rip and tear!
I flew gracefully through the air, landing perfectly on target my sharp claws rending his soft flesh and feathery wings my crushing jaws failing to snap the big birdies neck?!
“Ahhh! Get it off get it off!” Mr Angel Screamed frantically as his skin turned red – from all the blood probably, – his wings disappeared – Obviously torn and shredded by my claws – and horns appeared on his head – Stress perhaps? –
Despite all these changes my teeth are no closer to crushing this newly wingless birdies neck and so I change tactics slightly, biting the join between his shoulder and neck I clamp down before using all four paws to turn his back into minced meat!
It does however seem that I have ah perhaps, underestimated my foe for already I sense him shrugging off his abject terror at my mere presence and I know that he will soon respond to my grievous attack and so I do what any hunter does in an unexpectedly dangerous situation.
I flee of course! My jaws release and claws retract, my back legs push off with immense force and I’m off like a shot! Racing away into the field of multicolour orbs leaving “Mr Angel” in my metaphorical dust.
I expect to hear blood curdling screams, hair raising curses and shouts promising vengeance untold and yet all I get is the silence of the void – quite literally in fact – and it makes me nervous but when fleeing you can never look back only press on ever faster!
And its this mindset that saves me as I hear a whoosh and a boom! Followed by a flash of heat as whatever attack was launched laps at my heels, I know I can’t keep up this pace forever and so I search for some cover or convenient bolt hole, there! A large ball of multicoloured light, it seems little different from all the others that surround it and yet I am drawn to it as though someone’s calling out into the void hoping for an answer.
Well hopefully this works! And with that I take a leapt of faith disappearing into the orb to the sounds of hurried footsteps as my former prey tries fruitlessly to find me.