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Part one of three
For background, see previous entries, especially the Third Entry. Errors are left in intentionally.
I've cut this into three parts, of seven pages each. I'm transcribing it all, because it is fairly cohesive and there are many opportunities to poke fun.
The next Crossing Point stood before them as the last vestiges of sunset blazed their way across the sky. Joml led them through the gate. The Sixth World was beautiful, with rolling hills and yards and yards and yards of grass. The sun shone brightly, the bright yellowness tinged slightly with green.
Do you think there was a lot of grass there? Like, yards of grass?
And here...the moment we've all been waiting for...okay, maybe it was just me...
Across the fields cats floated.
They didn't really float, rather, they clung tightly to cords that were attached to large heart-shaped balloons. They propelled themselves towards the three muddy travellers.
They floated. No, they didn't. And check out the mud reference. Can't get enough of that mud!
"Hey ho, weary ones!" yelled the foremost one. He was clad in a breechclout and he held the cord in his left paw. He gripped a plain sword in his right. On the balloon was written CAP. The other two held back slightly, their balloons marked with pictures of claws.
Who you callin' ho?!
"Hey ho, cat," said Joml, smiling faintly. "Do you remember me?"
Oh. I guess we're all hos here.
The cat landed on the ground and let go of the balloon. He stared for some time at Joml, his green eyes luminous. "Ah yes, Desiree of Matiuk!" he grinned. "And who be your 'panions?"
Damnit, I was trying to limit the characters to one name as I retyped this, but then we would have missed this crack!tacular name, so I made an exception...
"This is Wiglaf, and this is Charbonneau," said Joml.
"Pleased to meet you, Wigg Luff and Sharbonnew," smiled the cat, showing curved white teeth. "I am Doviu, of the Citizen Alert Patrol, House of the Melrush." He gestured to his friends. "These aer my 'panions, Alri and Vet Yka. Alri is a Claw from the house of Tolen, and Vet Yka is a Fang from the House of Mez Kater."
Clearly I have continuity problems, as I just said they were both claws not five sentences ago.
"It is good to have your acquaintances," smiled Joml. They lapsed into small talk, discussing the kingdom. Charbonneau looked around, surveying the landscape. In the distance he saw a few lone cats in the distance, floating merrily.
But were they in the distance? Inquiring minds want to know. And how could he detect their mood from so far away? Another puzzle.
A strange rumbling began. The air itself seemed to be shaking. Doviu looked to the west and grabbed his ballooon, which had swooped down to meet him. Alri took off, his sword drawn and ready, hanging to the cord while his balloon flew at an alarming rate. Vet Yka followed him.
"Call balloons if you want," yelled Doviu as he followed his companions.
"Well," said Joml, turning to Wiglaf and Charbonneau. "Looks like we'll travel in style."
"How do we call balloons?" asked Wiglaf.
What? You don't know? Hurrumph. Novice!
"Reach out with your mind," said Joml. Charbonneau closed his eyes and let himself drift.
Slowly three balloons drifted towards them, unmarked.
Joml reached out and held the first one, pulling it down to the handle, which the patrol cats had flown without. "Now, I will teach you how to merrate," said Joml. "The cords are too hard to hold, so we have to use the Gav-handles."
"Gav-handles?" said Melody.
"Yep," said Joml. "There's a knot at the bottom to rest your feet on, too. I still don't understand how those warrior-cats hold onto the heartscord."
If that's the only thing in this loony story that you don't understand, then you're waaaaaay ahead of the rest of us.
"Are they called hearts? or balloons?" asked Charbonneau, holding tenatively to the string.
"They're called addis, or hearts, and they're semi-intelligent," said Joml. "They can communicate somewhat telepathically. It's a strange phenomenom, but true. You tell them where to go, and they go." She paused and adjusted the gav-handle. "Some of the Thin Belts were said to have addis for over twenty years."
"Thin Belts?" asked Wiglaf.
"There's an elite system of warriors," explained Joml. "They start at the Smalls and work their way to the Dragon Riders, who are one step better than the Thin Belts. Obviously the DR warriors don't merrate, they ride a form of flying lizards, and they're not one to go up against. The rest of the dragon population lives around Flaniestin Kingdom, but they're wild, and once in a while they go up against the cats."
Omitted: TIME FLOWING BACKWARDS NONSENSE ARGH
"Is this how you ride?" asked Wiglaf, standing on the thick knot and holding the gav.
"Careful," warned Joml. "Sometimes they can--"
Wiglaf screamed as the addi took off rapidly, flying a foot off the ground while she trailed behind.
"--take off when you least expect it," finished Joml exasperatedly.
Charbonneau grinned as he got on the gav-knot and his balloon charged after Wiglaf's.
"Great," muttered Joml as she followed them. "At least there aren't any trees on this world."
When Wiglaf and Chargonneau had finally gained control over their addis, it became not a struggle but a race as they headed for the capital of Flaniestin, Dahi.
As the city raced up to meet them Charbonneau rubbed his eyes with a free hand. Dahi was beautiful. Gilded columns graced the city square. Huge open-air balconies stood lifted above the city floor with vines sprouting along the stone rails. The streets were filled with bustling cats, and hundreds of other cats merrated above, swooping and soaring along the spires of the city. All this was seen from a hundred feet above the floor.
And then the most glorious sight of all rose to meet them. Joml hovered close to Wiglaf and Charbonneau and whispered one word. "Jantehka." The cathedral stood proudly, carvings of saints and apostles in relief upon its walls. "Let's see the service," shouted Joml above the roar of the city. "It's quite interesting."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the cats have religion. And isn't it interesting that I whisper the name of the city, and then shout the next line?
They landed on one of the small balconies that dotted the sides of the ancient church. Their addis floated off into the distance.
Charbonneau simply stood. He could do nothing else, he was so amazed at the giant sight in front of him.
*giggles* Giant sight!
The church soared to a height of perhaps 300 feet inside. All of the walls leaned into a giant inward spire. The whole inside was paneled with magnificent abstract stained glass windows, some almost fourty foot high. All around the church were beautiful statues of various saintly ancestoral cats. Behind the altar hung huge woven tapestries of thousands of colors all embroidered into one.
The next place I live I am so paneling with abstract stained glass windows. Try to stop me.
Lean, fierce looking cats hovered above. Charbonneau recognised them from Joml's description as Jenri warriors, that small company of church warriors that lent a hand to the general well-being of the caste of priests.
Brain...overloaded...too...many...comments...fighting...
"Come to order now, come to order," said a small black cat. He was dressed in a multicolored cape like the tapestry. Flanking him were two "choirs" of cats dressed in vivid blues, reds, greens, and oranges.
So...the tapestry was wearing a multicolored cape? How bizarre.
"I am Myegen Rashami Velmitayen of the Greath House of Gen'rathen Melina," said the black cat. Underneath his cape Charbonneau could see other wildly colored garments. Glancing around, he also saw a few scattered people--Joml called them 'merrate-humans'--that had adjusted to the life of the cats for the duration of the dragon raids. Trying to travel during them was just plain stupidity.
Er...but aren't the main characters trying to travel during the dragon raids?
Myegen gestured to an altar-cat, who reverantly removed the cloth. The great sacrificial table lay open for all to gaze upon, its ancient rough-hewn surface marred by a single crack that ran through the center. Myegen sprinkled water upon the altar and placed a bouquet of dandelions on the table.
About dandelions...I had some small obsession with them during my teenaged years. One day remind me to put up "An Imaginary Hippy Journey" and you'll understand more.
The entire church was quiet. Some leaned forward, while others closed their eyes in rapturous peace.
The altar cat brought forth another stone that seemed older. He began to smash the bright flowers with it and a slight trace of moisture gathered on the altar.
The church filled with tension as stress showed clearly in Myegan's face. Some of the warriors looked around nervously.
Wow. I don't remember this at all. It's absolutely bizarre. And yes, somehow I misspelled my own character's name.
Wiglaf became aware of a slight sound. She ignored it at first, but gradually it became so annoying that she looked around to see what it was.
The cats were singing.
Slowly the note grew, perfect in pitch and tone, delicate at first. That single note engulfed Wiglaf, the sheer beauty of it piercing her soul with a needle-thin shaft. The music swelled and roared, filling the spire of the church with its awesome clarity. It began to smash against Wiglaf, reverbarating against her skull as more and more cats lent their voices to the single note. And then Wiglaf rose above the tower, and she saw everything. The patrols of the Land of No Return; the sun setting over the mountain ridge; the farthest continents of beasts to be found; huge dragons fighting madly in the eternal struggle of cat against reptillian, fire against scale. The seas of the Matiuk pounding against the shore.
And then Charbonneau was tugging at her. The church was empty, cats were filing out silently.
"What happened to the mass?" asked Wiglaf, bewildered.
"It's over with," said Charbonneau. "The cats tuned to a note, then sang, and then had a small sermon and a ritual. It was extraordinary. Weren't you paying attention?"
Notice he makes no mention of grinding weeds into an altar.
"I don't know," said Wiglaf. "I was...just gone, for awhile, during the tuning."
Joml laughed. "Good job Wiglaf!" she grinned. "Highlight of the Seventh World and you miss it all!"
Yes, you caught that correctly. I have the numbering of the worlds totally screwed up in the fic.
"I rose above the church and saw the whole land spread out beneath me," she said. "There were ships and cats and giant dragons and--"
*sings* "Once I rose above the noise and confusion...just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion...I was soaring ever higher...but I flew too hiiiiiiiiiiiigh..."
"You be who?" said Myegan, who had silently walked up while they were talking.
"I am Desiree of Matiuk," said Joml. "These are my 'panions, Charbonneau and Wiglaf. We have come far and wide to see the Mass of the Old Church."
Heeeyyy...isn't Matiuk the sea? None of these cats are suspicious that she comes from the ocean?
The cat sighed. His eyes were tinged with sadness. "Yes, it is such a shame that the Young Church rose up and brought such a distinct change."
Er...nobody said anything about the schism, dude. Way to grab the conversation for your own private misery.
He sighed again. "That new pastor, Denhoven of the House of Jantillivan, he is the priest officiating at the Young Church now. He is one possessed, one 'who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man;' for the Gods, I hope he comes naught to Jantehka again."
*laughing like crazy* I even have cat proverbs!
I can't tell you how deliriously happy this makes me. I'll put this up against nearly any Mary Sue at the pit of voles. How many of them have floating cat proverbs, after all? Ha!
Wiglaf looked around the church and wondered how any cat could give up the beautiful inner peace of the cathedral.
Joml looked troubled. "Denhoven? Was he not a Z'char? One of the Black Church?"
This cracks me up, because I used to program stupid little programs for my TI-99/4A computer, and they had HCHAR and VCHAR functions, which is undoubtedly where I got "Z'char" from. A little injoke for myself.
"Yes, he was," said Myegan.
"Then how is it he is officiating? I would think that Delhvin would have exiled him a yearen ago."
valis's guide to writing a society of cats: throw in a few bizarre pieces of outdated language, and presto! instant society.
"Yes, but==" The cat struggled for words. "--but Denhoven is of the House of Jantillivan. He is protected by the 'divine lineage' that the Young Church preaches."
"And so the new heresay prevails," said Joml disgustedly. The two walked down the aisle and chatted about the shame of the Young Church.
Yes, that Young Church...what a hussy!
I wonder if you all are staggeringly bored by this religious schism...it will get back to floating cats again at some point, I think, though not until Part Two.
Charbonneau and Wiglaf walked about the back of the Church, admiring the elaborately carved details on the walls. Words were written beneath a few siants, such as 'The deepest believer of the House of Ganruthi' or 'The Founder of the House of Melrush' or other inscriptions.
"It's fascinating to think that all of these cats existed," said Wiglaf, her hands brushing the aged stone.
"Yeah," said Charbonneau. "I wonder if this church was ever looted or--"
Wiglaf whirled around, her eyes liquid black. "Never!" she hissed. "Never will this house be breached! This is the home of the Lord!" She turned and stalked off, leaving behind a thoroughly stunned Charbonneau.
"Wait, 'Laf!" he called out after her. His voice echoed sharply in the enormous church. She ignored him. Dejected, he sat down on the cold floor and contemplated the changed his life had gone thorugh.
Would he ever recover? he thought despairingly to himself.
Okay, I can't type anymore...it's after midnight...must to send this out. Enjoy, if possible!
If you got this far...wow. 2k of floating cat nonsense...congrats.
To be continued
Second entry (art)
Third entry (fic) (Fourth World)
Fourth entry (fic) (Fifth World)
Fifth entry (fic) (Sixth World part one)
Sixth entry (fic) (Sixth World part two)
Seventh entry (fic) (Sixth World part three)
Fanart by
iibnf is found hereFanart by
saridout is found here (I am so cracking up right now!)Part one of three
For background, see previous entries, especially the Third Entry. Errors are left in intentionally.
I've cut this into three parts, of seven pages each. I'm transcribing it all, because it is fairly cohesive and there are many opportunities to poke fun.
The next Crossing Point stood before them as the last vestiges of sunset blazed their way across the sky. Joml led them through the gate. The Sixth World was beautiful, with rolling hills and yards and yards and yards of grass. The sun shone brightly, the bright yellowness tinged slightly with green.
Do you think there was a lot of grass there? Like, yards of grass?
And here...the moment we've all been waiting for...okay, maybe it was just me...
Across the fields cats floated.
They didn't really float, rather, they clung tightly to cords that were attached to large heart-shaped balloons. They propelled themselves towards the three muddy travellers.
They floated. No, they didn't. And check out the mud reference. Can't get enough of that mud!
"Hey ho, weary ones!" yelled the foremost one. He was clad in a breechclout and he held the cord in his left paw. He gripped a plain sword in his right. On the balloon was written CAP. The other two held back slightly, their balloons marked with pictures of claws.
Who you callin' ho?!
"Hey ho, cat," said Joml, smiling faintly. "Do you remember me?"
Oh. I guess we're all hos here.
The cat landed on the ground and let go of the balloon. He stared for some time at Joml, his green eyes luminous. "Ah yes, Desiree of Matiuk!" he grinned. "And who be your 'panions?"
Damnit, I was trying to limit the characters to one name as I retyped this, but then we would have missed this crack!tacular name, so I made an exception...
"This is Wiglaf, and this is Charbonneau," said Joml.
"Pleased to meet you, Wigg Luff and Sharbonnew," smiled the cat, showing curved white teeth. "I am Doviu, of the Citizen Alert Patrol, House of the Melrush." He gestured to his friends. "These aer my 'panions, Alri and Vet Yka. Alri is a Claw from the house of Tolen, and Vet Yka is a Fang from the House of Mez Kater."
Clearly I have continuity problems, as I just said they were both claws not five sentences ago.
"It is good to have your acquaintances," smiled Joml. They lapsed into small talk, discussing the kingdom. Charbonneau looked around, surveying the landscape. In the distance he saw a few lone cats in the distance, floating merrily.
But were they in the distance? Inquiring minds want to know. And how could he detect their mood from so far away? Another puzzle.
A strange rumbling began. The air itself seemed to be shaking. Doviu looked to the west and grabbed his ballooon, which had swooped down to meet him. Alri took off, his sword drawn and ready, hanging to the cord while his balloon flew at an alarming rate. Vet Yka followed him.
"Call balloons if you want," yelled Doviu as he followed his companions.
"Well," said Joml, turning to Wiglaf and Charbonneau. "Looks like we'll travel in style."
"How do we call balloons?" asked Wiglaf.
What? You don't know? Hurrumph. Novice!
"Reach out with your mind," said Joml. Charbonneau closed his eyes and let himself drift.
Slowly three balloons drifted towards them, unmarked.
Joml reached out and held the first one, pulling it down to the handle, which the patrol cats had flown without. "Now, I will teach you how to merrate," said Joml. "The cords are too hard to hold, so we have to use the Gav-handles."
"Gav-handles?" said Melody.
"Yep," said Joml. "There's a knot at the bottom to rest your feet on, too. I still don't understand how those warrior-cats hold onto the heartscord."
If that's the only thing in this loony story that you don't understand, then you're waaaaaay ahead of the rest of us.
"Are they called hearts? or balloons?" asked Charbonneau, holding tenatively to the string.
"They're called addis, or hearts, and they're semi-intelligent," said Joml. "They can communicate somewhat telepathically. It's a strange phenomenom, but true. You tell them where to go, and they go." She paused and adjusted the gav-handle. "Some of the Thin Belts were said to have addis for over twenty years."
"Thin Belts?" asked Wiglaf.
"There's an elite system of warriors," explained Joml. "They start at the Smalls and work their way to the Dragon Riders, who are one step better than the Thin Belts. Obviously the DR warriors don't merrate, they ride a form of flying lizards, and they're not one to go up against. The rest of the dragon population lives around Flaniestin Kingdom, but they're wild, and once in a while they go up against the cats."
Omitted: TIME FLOWING BACKWARDS NONSENSE ARGH
"Is this how you ride?" asked Wiglaf, standing on the thick knot and holding the gav.
"Careful," warned Joml. "Sometimes they can--"
Wiglaf screamed as the addi took off rapidly, flying a foot off the ground while she trailed behind.
"--take off when you least expect it," finished Joml exasperatedly.
Charbonneau grinned as he got on the gav-knot and his balloon charged after Wiglaf's.
"Great," muttered Joml as she followed them. "At least there aren't any trees on this world."
When Wiglaf and Chargonneau had finally gained control over their addis, it became not a struggle but a race as they headed for the capital of Flaniestin, Dahi.
As the city raced up to meet them Charbonneau rubbed his eyes with a free hand. Dahi was beautiful. Gilded columns graced the city square. Huge open-air balconies stood lifted above the city floor with vines sprouting along the stone rails. The streets were filled with bustling cats, and hundreds of other cats merrated above, swooping and soaring along the spires of the city. All this was seen from a hundred feet above the floor.
And then the most glorious sight of all rose to meet them. Joml hovered close to Wiglaf and Charbonneau and whispered one word. "Jantehka." The cathedral stood proudly, carvings of saints and apostles in relief upon its walls. "Let's see the service," shouted Joml above the roar of the city. "It's quite interesting."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the cats have religion. And isn't it interesting that I whisper the name of the city, and then shout the next line?
They landed on one of the small balconies that dotted the sides of the ancient church. Their addis floated off into the distance.
Charbonneau simply stood. He could do nothing else, he was so amazed at the giant sight in front of him.
*giggles* Giant sight!
The church soared to a height of perhaps 300 feet inside. All of the walls leaned into a giant inward spire. The whole inside was paneled with magnificent abstract stained glass windows, some almost fourty foot high. All around the church were beautiful statues of various saintly ancestoral cats. Behind the altar hung huge woven tapestries of thousands of colors all embroidered into one.
The next place I live I am so paneling with abstract stained glass windows. Try to stop me.
Lean, fierce looking cats hovered above. Charbonneau recognised them from Joml's description as Jenri warriors, that small company of church warriors that lent a hand to the general well-being of the caste of priests.
Brain...overloaded...too...many...comments...fighting...
"Come to order now, come to order," said a small black cat. He was dressed in a multicolored cape like the tapestry. Flanking him were two "choirs" of cats dressed in vivid blues, reds, greens, and oranges.
So...the tapestry was wearing a multicolored cape? How bizarre.
"I am Myegen Rashami Velmitayen of the Greath House of Gen'rathen Melina," said the black cat. Underneath his cape Charbonneau could see other wildly colored garments. Glancing around, he also saw a few scattered people--Joml called them 'merrate-humans'--that had adjusted to the life of the cats for the duration of the dragon raids. Trying to travel during them was just plain stupidity.
Er...but aren't the main characters trying to travel during the dragon raids?
Myegen gestured to an altar-cat, who reverantly removed the cloth. The great sacrificial table lay open for all to gaze upon, its ancient rough-hewn surface marred by a single crack that ran through the center. Myegen sprinkled water upon the altar and placed a bouquet of dandelions on the table.
About dandelions...I had some small obsession with them during my teenaged years. One day remind me to put up "An Imaginary Hippy Journey" and you'll understand more.
The entire church was quiet. Some leaned forward, while others closed their eyes in rapturous peace.
The altar cat brought forth another stone that seemed older. He began to smash the bright flowers with it and a slight trace of moisture gathered on the altar.
The church filled with tension as stress showed clearly in Myegan's face. Some of the warriors looked around nervously.
Wow. I don't remember this at all. It's absolutely bizarre. And yes, somehow I misspelled my own character's name.
Wiglaf became aware of a slight sound. She ignored it at first, but gradually it became so annoying that she looked around to see what it was.
The cats were singing.
Slowly the note grew, perfect in pitch and tone, delicate at first. That single note engulfed Wiglaf, the sheer beauty of it piercing her soul with a needle-thin shaft. The music swelled and roared, filling the spire of the church with its awesome clarity. It began to smash against Wiglaf, reverbarating against her skull as more and more cats lent their voices to the single note. And then Wiglaf rose above the tower, and she saw everything. The patrols of the Land of No Return; the sun setting over the mountain ridge; the farthest continents of beasts to be found; huge dragons fighting madly in the eternal struggle of cat against reptillian, fire against scale. The seas of the Matiuk pounding against the shore.
And then Charbonneau was tugging at her. The church was empty, cats were filing out silently.
"What happened to the mass?" asked Wiglaf, bewildered.
"It's over with," said Charbonneau. "The cats tuned to a note, then sang, and then had a small sermon and a ritual. It was extraordinary. Weren't you paying attention?"
Notice he makes no mention of grinding weeds into an altar.
"I don't know," said Wiglaf. "I was...just gone, for awhile, during the tuning."
Joml laughed. "Good job Wiglaf!" she grinned. "Highlight of the Seventh World and you miss it all!"
Yes, you caught that correctly. I have the numbering of the worlds totally screwed up in the fic.
"I rose above the church and saw the whole land spread out beneath me," she said. "There were ships and cats and giant dragons and--"
*sings* "Once I rose above the noise and confusion...just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion...I was soaring ever higher...but I flew too hiiiiiiiiiiiigh..."
"You be who?" said Myegan, who had silently walked up while they were talking.
"I am Desiree of Matiuk," said Joml. "These are my 'panions, Charbonneau and Wiglaf. We have come far and wide to see the Mass of the Old Church."
Heeeyyy...isn't Matiuk the sea? None of these cats are suspicious that she comes from the ocean?
The cat sighed. His eyes were tinged with sadness. "Yes, it is such a shame that the Young Church rose up and brought such a distinct change."
Er...nobody said anything about the schism, dude. Way to grab the conversation for your own private misery.
He sighed again. "That new pastor, Denhoven of the House of Jantillivan, he is the priest officiating at the Young Church now. He is one possessed, one 'who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man;' for the Gods, I hope he comes naught to Jantehka again."
*laughing like crazy* I even have cat proverbs!
I can't tell you how deliriously happy this makes me. I'll put this up against nearly any Mary Sue at the pit of voles. How many of them have floating cat proverbs, after all? Ha!
Wiglaf looked around the church and wondered how any cat could give up the beautiful inner peace of the cathedral.
Joml looked troubled. "Denhoven? Was he not a Z'char? One of the Black Church?"
This cracks me up, because I used to program stupid little programs for my TI-99/4A computer, and they had HCHAR and VCHAR functions, which is undoubtedly where I got "Z'char" from. A little injoke for myself.
"Yes, he was," said Myegan.
"Then how is it he is officiating? I would think that Delhvin would have exiled him a yearen ago."
valis's guide to writing a society of cats: throw in a few bizarre pieces of outdated language, and presto! instant society.
"Yes, but==" The cat struggled for words. "--but Denhoven is of the House of Jantillivan. He is protected by the 'divine lineage' that the Young Church preaches."
"And so the new heresay prevails," said Joml disgustedly. The two walked down the aisle and chatted about the shame of the Young Church.
Yes, that Young Church...what a hussy!
I wonder if you all are staggeringly bored by this religious schism...it will get back to floating cats again at some point, I think, though not until Part Two.
Charbonneau and Wiglaf walked about the back of the Church, admiring the elaborately carved details on the walls. Words were written beneath a few siants, such as 'The deepest believer of the House of Ganruthi' or 'The Founder of the House of Melrush' or other inscriptions.
"It's fascinating to think that all of these cats existed," said Wiglaf, her hands brushing the aged stone.
"Yeah," said Charbonneau. "I wonder if this church was ever looted or--"
Wiglaf whirled around, her eyes liquid black. "Never!" she hissed. "Never will this house be breached! This is the home of the Lord!" She turned and stalked off, leaving behind a thoroughly stunned Charbonneau.
"Wait, 'Laf!" he called out after her. His voice echoed sharply in the enormous church. She ignored him. Dejected, he sat down on the cold floor and contemplated the changed his life had gone thorugh.
Would he ever recover? he thought despairingly to himself.
Okay, I can't type anymore...it's after midnight...must to send this out. Enjoy, if possible!
If you got this far...wow. 2k of floating cat nonsense...congrats.
To be continued