The Cat Ascended
The Cat Ascended
I'm back in the sky again. Oh well. I knew it was probably too good to last. Or too bad, depending on your point of view. I just wish I could have stayed down below this time, instead of ascending again like I always do. Alanna was fun to be around. She had a good perch below her ear. Beka's wasn't that good.
I'm surprised that no one's managed to piece the entire puzzle together yet. Well, I think George Cooper- sorry, Baron George; the man was smart to accept the title. He lived too dangerously for my taste. It's really not healthy to have assassins guarding your door at night. But anyways, George might have figured it out after reading the first part of his great-something-great grandmother's journals. It's weird how these coincidences show up, isn't it? But back to my original thought. I get distracted way too much up here. There's not much to do besides sitting still and twinkling. BORING! George might have realized that "Pounce"- a very unoriginal name- and "Faithful"- a much better name, as I tried to keep Alanna out of as much trouble as I could; sadly, she didn't listen much- are the same cat! It's probably the purple eyes that will make him figure it out. They stand out like a Stormwing in a church.
Well, I guess I'll just wait until Mother picks a new person to be the all-important one of the century, and then I'll head down there and be the not-listened-to voice of advice. After all, aren't black cats supposed to be unlucky? I think the person who coined the phrase thought of it right after I scratched his friend's face off with my claws because he attacked Alanna. The little weasel.
Well, enough rambling. Goodbye.
Twinkle. Twinkle. Twinkle.
Mithros and Goddess, I hate being a constellation sometimes.