Cat Person
The drive back to my house was silent. I believe the child was afraid. That is wise. What she did to me was outrageous. Yet. . .
Isis- So. . . How did it go.
I gave her a look.
Smith-. . . Fine.
She backed down and was silent the rest of the way. I could have punched her. I have my power again. Why wont I hit her? Why wont I?. . . What is the use now? I had my power, well some of it. But what use is it? I cannot rule. I cannot. . . My power. I have no use for it now. . . In a world where all is free. . . Then why did Neo give it to me?
On the long road there was nothing. Just a straight road that didn't seem to end. It was dark, and one could see the lights of the city ahead. There is where I wonder, should I be grateful for what the child has done? A question I don't want the answer to.
There's my house, as plain as it could be. And I think of Neo. I think of what he said. And I don't want to. I don't want to.
Isis- Accept it.
What did she say? Accept it? Damn child. Leave me alone.
I open the door to be greeted by my cat. I walk past it. Now is not the time. I go to my freezer and get some chocolate ice- cream. I need it. At least for now. Damn child. Looking at me with a weird expression. Yes dammit, I'm eating ice- cream get over it! I want to yell. *sigh* What a day. I feel exhaustion. A pain in the back of my neck. Damn.
She sits next to me on my couch. Trying to comfort me. Why doesn't she just leave me alone? Why is she staring at me? Damn. I see why parents of children cannot say no that much. Damn. Those eyes. Full of need and concern. And adaptation children have made. Stop staring at me. But she doesn't.
Smith- Why wont you leave me alone?
Isis- . . . Because then I wouldn't be helping you.
Helping me? This is helping me? I take a bite of ice- cream. It tastes good. I hate that.
Isis- Accept it.
Accept it? She falls asleep. Tomorrow she would finally leave. Is that good or bad? I take a bite of ice- cream.
She sleeps. I watch. How could she care so much? Why do humans do that? Damn. Accept it? Accept it?
Morning comes. And she awakes. I had time to think. I hate my free time.
She rises and eats. And she walks around.
Isis- so. . . this weekend is over.
Smith- Yes it is.
Leave already. I could still punch you.
Isis- I think your cat is hungry.
I look down, and there was my cat, pawing at my leg. The child crept down to pet it.
Isis- have you come up with a name yet?
Smith- It does not need a name.
Isis- Of course it does.
Smith- why must everything have a name with you humans?
Isis- I guess it's just a trait. You should name it.
Smith- I didn't even want it.
Isis- well it's yours now. And you should name it.
Smith- I will not.
Isis- If you don't I'll stay for another day.
Smith- . . . Black mail is it child?
She grinned a nodded.
Smith- stupid human.
Isis- mindless drone.
Smith- pest
Isis- hard metal
Smith- Soft fleshy
Damn child.
Isis- Accept it.
Why did she keep saying that? Why does she care?
Smith- I'll name it then.
She nodded, and grinned to state her victory. Damn child. A name. I've never named anything. There is no need to name anything. Names. I scanned through names. Names of people I know of. Nothing I liked. Perhaps I should take another approach. Humans sometimes name pets by what they look like, example: Fluffy. I looked at my cat. Its fur was entirely white. It was skinny. Long fur. Nothing special. Another approach. Have the name reflect something about yourself, example: Boxer. I am Smith. A program. What can be reflected? An idea.
Smith- Catalyst.
Isis- . . . What kind of name is that?
Smith- Catalyst. It means an agent that causes an important event to happen. One can see why I have chosen that name.
Isis- . . . I can see why, but you can't name a cat that!
Smith- why not? There is no law that says I cannot.
Isis- Because. . . That's no name for a cat! A cat should be named Fluffy or something.
Figures.
Smith- you asked me to name my cat, and I did.
Isis- But . . . catalyst?
Smith- Catalyst.
Names are so important to humans. I wonder why.
Isis- Why not give it a nick name then?
Smith- It doesn't need another name.
Isis- urh . . . Catalyst?
Smith- Catalyst.
Isis- alright, better than nothing I suppose. Anyway I'll see you soon Smithie!!
She closed the door and left. Finally alone. Closed my eyes to enjoy the silence. Such an annoying pest. The purring of my cat breaks the silence. I look down.
Smith- You're still hungry.
I open a can of tuna for Catalyst. I sat down next to it.
*sigh* accept it. Accept it.
Smith- Should I Catalyst?
I said petting it. The cat looked at me and continued to eat. I'm talking to a cat. I guess that's accepting it. I loosened my tie. What the hell, no one's around. After awhile I took it off and threw it somewhere. I don't care. This is not like a program. Not at all. But hell I should accept it. Shouldn't I? Do I want to accept it?
A noise from my living room. I peer into the room. There's my tie. And there's my cat. What's it doing? No, my tie! No, Catalyst was pawing at my tie. My only tie!
Smith- My tie!
My cat turns with my tie in its mouth, and runs. Dammit. I've gone to chasing rebels, to chasing cats. Sickening. Where did the cat go? It ran down the hall. I looked into all the different rooms. Nothing. I found so many people, now I can't find a damn cat?! Dammit. It's good at hiding. There! A noise from my bedroom. There's my cat. In the closet. I opened the door, and there it goes running, the tie still in its mouth. Damn! There! At the end of the hall. Nowhere to run now, Catalyst. It looked like it knew it was over. I slowly walked towards the cat. It was trapped in a hallway. It reminded me of something.
Smith- Goodbye Mr. Anderson.
I said with a small smile I couldn't hold back. It reminded me of when I had trapped Neo. Did I just make a joke? What the?
Oh yes my tie. I knelt down, and snatched it form Catalyst's mouth. Oh no. The cat had bitten, scratched, and played with it. It was torn and ripped. My only tie! My precious tie. Damn I didn't know I cared for it so much. *sigh* Neo was right. My tie!
Smith- It seems you've won again Mr. Anderson.
I said to Catalyst.
Smith- Here you go Catalyst.
I gave it the tie. It was already ruined, might as well let the cat have it. The cat pawed at it, like it was alive. I grabbed it again, waving it into the air. Letting Catalyst claw at it. My tie. . .
Smith- It seems we need to go set a new tie.
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Next chapter: Shopping is not for the Weak Hearted
Sorry it took so long. Oh and thx Selina! Please R/R
The drive back to my house was silent. I believe the child was afraid. That is wise. What she did to me was outrageous. Yet. . .
Isis- So. . . How did it go.
I gave her a look.
Smith-. . . Fine.
She backed down and was silent the rest of the way. I could have punched her. I have my power again. Why wont I hit her? Why wont I?. . . What is the use now? I had my power, well some of it. But what use is it? I cannot rule. I cannot. . . My power. I have no use for it now. . . In a world where all is free. . . Then why did Neo give it to me?
On the long road there was nothing. Just a straight road that didn't seem to end. It was dark, and one could see the lights of the city ahead. There is where I wonder, should I be grateful for what the child has done? A question I don't want the answer to.
There's my house, as plain as it could be. And I think of Neo. I think of what he said. And I don't want to. I don't want to.
Isis- Accept it.
What did she say? Accept it? Damn child. Leave me alone.
I open the door to be greeted by my cat. I walk past it. Now is not the time. I go to my freezer and get some chocolate ice- cream. I need it. At least for now. Damn child. Looking at me with a weird expression. Yes dammit, I'm eating ice- cream get over it! I want to yell. *sigh* What a day. I feel exhaustion. A pain in the back of my neck. Damn.
She sits next to me on my couch. Trying to comfort me. Why doesn't she just leave me alone? Why is she staring at me? Damn. I see why parents of children cannot say no that much. Damn. Those eyes. Full of need and concern. And adaptation children have made. Stop staring at me. But she doesn't.
Smith- Why wont you leave me alone?
Isis- . . . Because then I wouldn't be helping you.
Helping me? This is helping me? I take a bite of ice- cream. It tastes good. I hate that.
Isis- Accept it.
Accept it? She falls asleep. Tomorrow she would finally leave. Is that good or bad? I take a bite of ice- cream.
She sleeps. I watch. How could she care so much? Why do humans do that? Damn. Accept it? Accept it?
Morning comes. And she awakes. I had time to think. I hate my free time.
She rises and eats. And she walks around.
Isis- so. . . this weekend is over.
Smith- Yes it is.
Leave already. I could still punch you.
Isis- I think your cat is hungry.
I look down, and there was my cat, pawing at my leg. The child crept down to pet it.
Isis- have you come up with a name yet?
Smith- It does not need a name.
Isis- Of course it does.
Smith- why must everything have a name with you humans?
Isis- I guess it's just a trait. You should name it.
Smith- I didn't even want it.
Isis- well it's yours now. And you should name it.
Smith- I will not.
Isis- If you don't I'll stay for another day.
Smith- . . . Black mail is it child?
She grinned a nodded.
Smith- stupid human.
Isis- mindless drone.
Smith- pest
Isis- hard metal
Smith- Soft fleshy
Damn child.
Isis- Accept it.
Why did she keep saying that? Why does she care?
Smith- I'll name it then.
She nodded, and grinned to state her victory. Damn child. A name. I've never named anything. There is no need to name anything. Names. I scanned through names. Names of people I know of. Nothing I liked. Perhaps I should take another approach. Humans sometimes name pets by what they look like, example: Fluffy. I looked at my cat. Its fur was entirely white. It was skinny. Long fur. Nothing special. Another approach. Have the name reflect something about yourself, example: Boxer. I am Smith. A program. What can be reflected? An idea.
Smith- Catalyst.
Isis- . . . What kind of name is that?
Smith- Catalyst. It means an agent that causes an important event to happen. One can see why I have chosen that name.
Isis- . . . I can see why, but you can't name a cat that!
Smith- why not? There is no law that says I cannot.
Isis- Because. . . That's no name for a cat! A cat should be named Fluffy or something.
Figures.
Smith- you asked me to name my cat, and I did.
Isis- But . . . catalyst?
Smith- Catalyst.
Names are so important to humans. I wonder why.
Isis- Why not give it a nick name then?
Smith- It doesn't need another name.
Isis- urh . . . Catalyst?
Smith- Catalyst.
Isis- alright, better than nothing I suppose. Anyway I'll see you soon Smithie!!
She closed the door and left. Finally alone. Closed my eyes to enjoy the silence. Such an annoying pest. The purring of my cat breaks the silence. I look down.
Smith- You're still hungry.
I open a can of tuna for Catalyst. I sat down next to it.
*sigh* accept it. Accept it.
Smith- Should I Catalyst?
I said petting it. The cat looked at me and continued to eat. I'm talking to a cat. I guess that's accepting it. I loosened my tie. What the hell, no one's around. After awhile I took it off and threw it somewhere. I don't care. This is not like a program. Not at all. But hell I should accept it. Shouldn't I? Do I want to accept it?
A noise from my living room. I peer into the room. There's my tie. And there's my cat. What's it doing? No, my tie! No, Catalyst was pawing at my tie. My only tie!
Smith- My tie!
My cat turns with my tie in its mouth, and runs. Dammit. I've gone to chasing rebels, to chasing cats. Sickening. Where did the cat go? It ran down the hall. I looked into all the different rooms. Nothing. I found so many people, now I can't find a damn cat?! Dammit. It's good at hiding. There! A noise from my bedroom. There's my cat. In the closet. I opened the door, and there it goes running, the tie still in its mouth. Damn! There! At the end of the hall. Nowhere to run now, Catalyst. It looked like it knew it was over. I slowly walked towards the cat. It was trapped in a hallway. It reminded me of something.
Smith- Goodbye Mr. Anderson.
I said with a small smile I couldn't hold back. It reminded me of when I had trapped Neo. Did I just make a joke? What the?
Oh yes my tie. I knelt down, and snatched it form Catalyst's mouth. Oh no. The cat had bitten, scratched, and played with it. It was torn and ripped. My only tie! My precious tie. Damn I didn't know I cared for it so much. *sigh* Neo was right. My tie!
Smith- It seems you've won again Mr. Anderson.
I said to Catalyst.
Smith- Here you go Catalyst.
I gave it the tie. It was already ruined, might as well let the cat have it. The cat pawed at it, like it was alive. I grabbed it again, waving it into the air. Letting Catalyst claw at it. My tie. . .
Smith- It seems we need to go set a new tie.
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Next chapter: Shopping is not for the Weak Hearted
Sorry it took so long. Oh and thx Selina! Please R/R