I woke up leisurely at 1pm, to hear my Ty yelling again at his black box that makes noise. " What could it be this time?", I wondered. I am Lucy, Ty's cat. I am gray, with white ears, paws and a half gray half pink nose. I stalk over to him, knowing that I am a cat so it makes me better than him, and I sit behind him and observe. This ritual he does everyday, it's pretty strange. He just sits and talks to this thing.
He lies a lot; I know his name is Ty but every time he communicates with this box, he says " Hey everybody, this is Deadlox...". I'm not quite sure what's wrong with him. Also, this box thing I was talking about, it talks back. In many different ways. Sometimes it claims it is Adam, or Jason, or whatever it seems to feel. Whenever I look at this box, I'm never sure what I am looking at. I also forgot to mention that I don't know a lot of his language, just treats, and his lier statement.
It's a mass of twirling colors, nothing makes sense. Ty likes it a lot though. Speaking of Ty, he just yelled again. I think he lost a game or something. Then he turns around on his floating seat that spins and jumps off. I'm not sure why. I mean, if any reader speaks his language, please tell me what " Oh my god Lucy you scared me so much. Now get out" means.
Not like I know what it means, but the very next moment I found myself in the kitchen, right next to the box that keeps my food and the box that cools things. He is still growling at this box, yelling stuff like " oh no" and "parkour". I'm not too sure what to make of it anymore.