Chapter 30: Inside the Mind of Skitty

"Skitty, chase!" I heard Ted tell me. I whipped my head around, watching the hooded bandits take off on their getaway things. Like lightning, I gave chase, my vision narrowing in on the guy in front. The other two were irrelevant, especially when one went one way and the other went the other, the guy in front going straight. Target was imminent. His head would be on a dinner plate and- ooh! What was that delicious smell I was smelling? It smelled like- why was I still running? Why won't you legs listen to me? I command them to stop! Oh wait. Now I remember what I was doing. I switched my focus back on the guy who tried running over the blue-ringed charlatan, only for him to turn right. I, on the other hand, kept running straight as I began running up the building, turning my head as the hooded bandit sped away.

Eh! I'd get him. He wouldn't get very far. Of course, there was quite a big distance between us by the time I reached the top. As I reached the top and was watching the robber becoming nothing more than a dot in the distance, a thought suddenly occurred to me, a plan of action in the making. And I had absolutely no idea what I was talking about, let alone thinking about. Concentrating on my power, I created a carbon copy of myself. Double Teaming was better to make one go insane. Which Skitty was which when one didn't know which Skitty to attack, let alone the real Skitty was even there to begin with? Now I just made myself confused.

"Have at him!" I told my clone as she nodded and ran back down the building, creating more clones which created more clones which created more clones as they scattered all about the city, one of my clones running straight into a building that had the delicious smelling food I smelled moments earlier. Was it even possible for a clone to eat food? Interesting! I'd have to check that out for myself some time. So I waited, sitting there poised gracefully up on the roof, waiting for the hooded bandit to make a reappearance. When it came to my clones, I had complete faith in them getting the job done, I think.

After sitting there for what seemed to be forever, I sighed in boredom mentally. Who knew waiting was going to take forever? And I wondered what my Skitty clone had ordered in that delicious smelling building. I yawned. My ears were alert. I could hear the sound of those getaway things bouncing off the buildings, making it seem like it was far and near all in one. I wondered how one can make themselves sound like they were near, yet so far away. I wondered how it could be done. And why, exactly was I staring directly up at the sun?

Perhaps it was the most shiniest thing of all for kittens like me to try and smack, even though I knew it be impossible to do. So instead, I glanced back down to see if the hooded bandit had made an appearance. Nothing yet. My patience was running thin. I began having thoughts about jumping down and finding the guy myself. Oddly enough, however, my mind began to wander about to the group I was in. I needed a good distraction from my boredom. And it helped pass the time.

Laura was the first one who came to mind. She was the nicest trainer I could have ever come across. I've been with her since she was a tiny tot. I wonder if tots were even edible. Eh, I'd have to ask the fire lizard, claiming to know everything. But I'm not on him, am I? Am I? No! I'm on Laura, the nicest trainer who- wait. Already been there. But she is! She gives me treats, nearly hugs me to the point where I could just flop my head over and die, feeds me, gives me blue things to play with. At least I think they're blue. I never really pay attention to the toys she throws at me. Of course the toys fight back like they have a mind of their own. She is nice though and gives me plenty of attention, unlike they do. No! I quickly shook my head, ridding me of the memories that haunted me. I swore to myself I would never think about those days.

Where was I? Oh, right! Laura and that other guy who was with her. I didn't know anything about him nor did I care to. If I didn't care, I wouldn't acknowledge his existence, yet I'm still talking about him, so at least I acknowledge his existence, even though I don't ever do anything with the guy. I suppose the only reason I even care that he's there is because of, well, I'll get to that in a moment.

Getting back on track, my thoughts went straight to Ted, the only one in my life that was worth acknowledgement, aside from Laura, that is. Ted and I have been a team for quite a long time. How long, I don't know. But we have been. He's been like a big brother to me, always watching my back and never annoyed by my hyperactivity antics. But really, not once since he's been on the team has he ever shown the least bit of annoyance, although he did tend to just stand there from time to time and give me a blank, vacant look, but then he'd laugh or smile and enjoy the things I did. Almost made me want to try to annoy him, but I wouldn't have it in me to do that.

My thoughts traveled over to the fire lizard at that point, the one who claims to know everything, yet can't seem to answer the most complex of questions. And why was his tail on fire? Did it not hurt him? Did he not feel the pain or was he too busy not to even bother to notice? Perhaps I should do the guy a favor and blow that fire out. It looked quite painful. But I wouldn't know. I wasn't him. Yet it still nagged at me that he claims to know everything. But even then, he didn't mean much to me, aside from wanting to smack that glowing fire tail of his again and again the more I thought about it. It was like it was beckoning me to smack it. And some day I might!

As my thoughts began wandering over to the last Pokèmon in the group, they were suddenly dispersed by the sound of the getaway thing the hooded bandit was riding. Looking down the street, I could see him coming my way fast, like there was something chasing him. In fact, there was something chasing him. And it was something anyone would run from if they came across it. Behind the hooded bandit were a hoard of my Skitty clones, chasing him down the road in my direction. It was almost like looking at a sea of pink!

Figuring this as my cue, I stood up on all fours and stretched my limbs out, readying for the attack. I stood there, crouched, ready to leap at the precise moment and only at the precise moment. It all came down to this. If I missed, then the hooded bandit would make his escape and my revenge would have failed. I counted the seconds off in my head. Why? I had no idea. All I did know was that something told me to go at some certain point as the hooded bandit drew nearer where I was.

Leaping off the building shouting a "Banzai!," I unsheathed my claws, laughing maniacally to get the hooded bandit's attention. Right before making contact with the human, he looked up in my direction and could only scream as I yelled: "RAWR!"