By: Ms. S (Pen Name)
“Curious Creatures if you ask me,” said Anthropologist Brett Waltin.
“Never have been a fan folks but if you check out these brain-wave
Charts, you can see that they mildly surpass us in intelligence. A Large uproar of
Irritability and uncertainty filled the museum. “Now folks keep in mind these charts were
Created back when everyone wanted one thing: To make a quick buck,
Isn’t that right ladies and gentleman?”*laughter echoed throughout the archive.
“Tesla even would have been more likely to become more famous then this Don Character.” Murmured agreements and chuckles followed.
Unfortunately Don’s great great grandson had been studying his
Great great grandfathers work in this day and age: He hit a
Breakthrough and people listened. . . Poor Brett.
As technology improved and the years went
On people begged to get their cats tested. Knowing now that the cats
Were even smarter than kids, whey not spend a ton of money on them?
These testing facilities are in places we would now refer to as
Inhumane .insane. asylums. Just to prove a cat is healthy, happy and of course:
Smarter than you. (and by the time you got out-a the place your cat wasn’t happy and in more case’s then one, unhealthy.)
But one day, something that happened on the
Machine testing brain wave functions goofed, and just because the cat
Was to fat to fit in the machine. He had to be surgically cut out of
The contraption. However once he was removed he submerged with an
Awful head ache. Due to the surgical procedure and, mood swings (most
Likely induced by the illegal pain killers that were used on the cat.)
This was the largest phenomenon in scientific history.
A lady with poufy Blond hair, I remember working with her a time or two in
The lab testing on plants… Cats just below us. The cat that made
History had belonged to this lady her name, irrelevant.
The results for the cat came back 3 weeks later and that’s when they
found the mood swings and the head ache. With the cats mood swings,
Cocooned a new state of mind . . .
But who cares? -Thought the cat. – I m
Going to space! Supposedly the smartest idea since sliced bread.
Right. In my professional cat opinion this plan is unrealistic and positively mad!! Sending a smarter
Species out to experiment on?? Its certifiably nuts! But likewise I feel
What the humans believe is space is a huge misconception. I can’t wait
To prove them all wrong .
Poor cat, kick off for the space launch is tomorrow and I’m not
Going. “Hello folks we are here today at NASA space launch with the
Cat, with the brain here he is with a few words. “hello Mr?”– “fuzzly
fuddly poofs” Everyone was clearly biting back laughter. I had the decency to stay home and laugh freely with ought the poor cat feeling ashamed of his owner given name.”
“Call me mr. F: everyone else does,”“so Mr. F do you have any words about the launch?” “yeah, why me? Outta all the cats out here why the cat with no claws? And not to feminize myself further but in case you haven’t noticed people… I just got my fur professionally done. Does it look like I want to wear one of those suits you moon men wear?”
Silence “Well first off Mr. f we chose you because your brain is the most active of all the cats that took the tests and secondly, you don’t have to wear the suit… Just be sure to stay in your pod and keep us updated.”
That was the blokes first and only mistake, telling him what he didn’t have to do.
Count off to launch in t-10, 9,8,7,6,5, GET ON WITH IT!4,3,2,1, blast off.
I’m strapped to this Implement with a series of knobs and dials and a T.V. with a man in a
Sharp suit repeating the same related text over and over, – you are destined
For greatness blah blah blah! I turn him off. How can I be destined?-
For anything when I don’t know what my purpose is here on earth, all I want to be is a free cat. What more do these humans want from me?
But I had to admit, even being a cat the sight was impeccable, like nothing neither you nor I had ever seen. A black abyss that never seemed to end, full of blissful different colours and shapes here and there that were almost hypnotizing.
There was only one window in my pod and it was getting rather stuffy, I consider the reporter’s words to not leave pod for any reason, ha what a dolt, NASA said nothing of the sort, If I’m going to space, IM GOING TO SPACE besides which, they sent me here with ought a suit regarding my request so how awful could it be?
Not awful at all. I’m weightless doing different acrobatic like moves I never thought possible in all my 9 lives. . I see a big ball of white with circular indentions, I put 2 and 2 together and figure this is the moon; I float my way over there for further exploration. But I suddenly feel very winded, and I realize why I shouldn’t have left, but I now know… It’s probably too late. I try to make it back to the pod wheezing but someone else made it before me, in a space suit similar to one I would have liked about now. Good thing this was only my 1st life.
. This has been Detective S. signing off on
Another pointless case ending the way I knew it would: Stupidity.
(You can thank me later)