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He paced around the messy room which consisted of a red sofa, a TV, some dining tables and chairs, and many cat toys. And mini clothes. Maybe there were little babies in the house? I stood up and walked over to the cat. He looked up at me with disgust. "What?" he barked. I swooped him up off of the floor and held him in front of me. He felt like a real cat. No wires or strings to make him move. He wriggled in my hands. "Let go of me you filthy human!" he shouted. I dropped him and he landed on all fours, like cats do. "Why are you talking?" I spat back, now angry and astonished at this rude cat. I was clearly much cleaner than some yucky animal, so it had no right to call me filthy. "The same reason why you're talking," he said angrily, standing back up on his hind legs. "No, cats don't talk!" I raised my voice, even though it was already loud, "Or walk! I'm leaving!"
I headed towards a door on the right, painted the same shade of red as the sofa. The tabby cat raced in front of me and blocked the door, as if he could keep me from leaving. "Now wait just a minute," he said, "I can't let you leave. There's no telling what the neighbors would think if they saw a human leaving my house. I'll be killed. Or sent to a dungeon somewhere. I have to keep you hidden now, until I can come up with some other way to get rid of you." I stopped and looked at it. "Gee thanks," I said with hatred on my words, "Sorry to inform you that in America, there are no dungeons, humans are everywhere, and cats don't talk. Now move or I'll kick you out of my way." I made towards the door and the cat, ready to toss him out of the way. "You're wrong," he said, "You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. This isn't your world, and it isn't the same. So unless you want to be killed too, I suggest you listen to me."
Just so that you know... my dream really wasn't this clear. Or detailed. I'm pretty much just taking the dream and adding a whole lot more into it. Like this whacky government system. And how rude the cat is. Original Cat was a lot nicer. I mean, he didn't yell at me when I fell into his living room. And Mr. Goose isn't even here yet. (He gave me some weird clothes and was sitting in a lawn chair drinking a beer. I'll keep his character like that, I think. Lazy bum, Mr. Goose.) Can't wait to add him in somehow~
This is gunna be fun. Heehee.
 bittersweet93 · Sat Mar 08, 2008 @ 12:38am · 1 Comments |
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