Goodbye Kitty... And Hello Kitty
I address my grey cat, Samantha, after she went missing while discussing other things in captions
Oil-Worlds continues with Chapter 14, Domino: โThe encroaching prelude of Eternal Darkness buffeted the white of the Earth, negotiated with by the prayers of the faithful to hold out for the good that could be secured.โ
Eternal Prelude continues with Samantha. โSamantha: you're sending your future invention retroactively in first-time to blow up the universe. What can you expect in this situation?โ
Bonus story with the update: The Demon Commander, General of Hells: Extinguished
Intro: I'm going to need people to visit this post about my lost cat after years of emotional dependency and development on her. I know from past experiences how crippled I can become without this. I saw a vanity license plate afterward, โSOSORRY.โ People have such a hard time responding to me directly, why not embrace the silliness of finally receiving an apology through a 5th dimensional sign? Should be a few more gym visits before nerve pain is a thing of the past, then my pets and others won't have to worry anymore. War begins after I finish writing the updates and stuff and post this
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Update: i found my kitty. She was under the nearest truck like she barely wanted to move. She yelled with me having the back door up at night like she thought she was in an outdoors house or something. That's so her
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I'm so sorry baby. I never wanted you to feel like you weren't in the one place on Earth for you. I know you wouldn't have left even in the cold if things weren't so confusing, and you weren't hungry, and thirsty. Skipper seemed like she was having fun poking out of the window. A cold, empty car doesn't feel like home.
My mom fried my brain freaking out while I was going to get you food. You see, humans have more than one part to them. There is the person, there is the damage, there is the demons, there can be more parts. They're not like you, simple and cute. My mom thought I named you Samantha became of some person I didn't know who had that name, in a place we lived. If I had people to call in real life besides her around, I would have left immediately. But that wasn't the fate for you.
There's no one quite like you. I've seen a lot of photos of cats, they don't seem to experience what I do with you. Your tenderness, outrage, the way your eyes fill mine, the mischief. I bawled to lose you, to know I won't see you again. I can't see you from another cat.
I thought you kitties were snacking on dog food. When I finally got you some previously you didn't treat it like a big deal. Not this time. Skipper ate a whole bowl and came back for more. You stood on the backseats and stared at me. I left you treats on the seat to be more playful, your way, but it didn't seem to impress you. Not sure when you jumped out, but I was so cold, and I needed to charge my batteries to work.
I became traumatized that night, but I figured out the source. My mom showing me her evil, while I wanted her kindness, her love of life. That way she could be alone. You're not like that kitty. You made me capable of not being alone. You were always there for me. Your silly noises, and frantic rubbing. At first you were just in heat, then it seems you became more than that, thrilled to live and be lived with.
Good news kitty, my mom came back, and it worked: she's back to her normal self. People tried to convince me when I was young to give up on this fight, but by fighting just right I can bring my mom back from the garbage around us affecting her to severe depths. Just like you make life good again with your silly face. I would do anything to keep you from trying to escape a cold car. Just one day before it's warm again, right now. Writing with the sun overwhelming the screen.
I can feel that skipperโs not waiting for you. Lying on me like a scarf, instead of on one leg. I wish Mom was right and you were in the car somewhere. I thought I heard you. I hope you didn't get hurt, that someone picked you up.
I remember all those years of slowly adjusting to not biting. It used to be every cuddle session ended with a hiss and a bite and sometimes yelling, and it seemed that's how it would always be. Then you were perpetually clingy, and finally only grabbed with your teeth to express boundaries. One of your last developments.
My mom put me back on her phone plan. I can tell she feels bad about what happened, it affects her thinking process. She said she was calling someone important about our problems for the last time, and later that she's waiting for doors to open, which is the most I can expect. She spoke of bawling as I've been doing about you since yesterday while alone. Then after picking up my new debit card she spoke of letting hell loose and raising hell, which is what I loved about her like your beauty. I try to avoid blame from coming up, in favor of taking on those who ripped you out of my life with their sins, even if I don't feel like doing so. Anyone who can be harmed by this now should be.
It's traumatic to boot up Pokemon Go without you, you're like a real life pokemon. Switching between a baby, a magical cat, a tiny tiger. The first one I caught is a female Litleo.
My enemies in the human world don't understand that the computation of my decisions involves things like the possibility of me losing you, for no legitimate reason whatsoever. And the reasons will be uncovered when they are recounted in immortal judgment. Just to get my first job back, so I can bring you and Skipper back into a house, where you can regain the purity of your cuteness, embittered by homelessness.
You did it, baby. You carried me all the way.
This song played next after I saw Batty's art, having tweeted that I lost her. It resembles a pillar of light from the afterlife like in Tom and Jerry
Skipper showed me her happy face after swishing her tail cuddling in an arm, helping me continue to write this. You left just in time to be replaced in my life by human beings. To start making the money we need, while having the immaterial power to keep them safe.
I was ready to be alone with Skipper if my mom didn't come back from the evil moving her. I walked all the way home with a throw, a kitty-printed blanket. I saw Skipper pretty with the windows rolled up. When I heard what I thought was you behind the bucket of stuff, i was all ready to throw it over you and play. If it wasn't for Skipper I could have stayed all night at the gym, maybe get a massage. I went home in the cold and dark for my kitties.
And where is home? It's with you two. A car scattered with things becomes royal chambers with you in it. Lined up looking down at me, cuddling all night as I wake up and go to sleep. I loved watching you scamper around the seats, pure joy to see you perch and stare with a stance of cuteness. I'll miss Double Cat time.
After you stared in shock when Skipper got her bowl, or maybe a more complex emotion, wonder at how hard life became; you cuddled on my leg so cute. I'd do anything to continue cuddling with you as if part of life to never cease. Your cute poses and life are unmissable. But unfortunately it's time to move on to human adventures.
People made fun of me for believing that cartoon characters embody you, but that's my only guarantee that I'll see you again after everything you did for me. Magic is gone from my life without you. You lit up the cleanness of towels, defined going to the gym to come back and see you again, stronger for drawing you and other kitties and other beings.
No more big cat and little cat. I cried so hard to find you gone that to do so more would harm people close to me. I felt overwhelmed with grief. I used to wonder if I would feel anything when a loved one died for a variety of reasons. You changed that kitty baby. People tortured my emotions as they are valuable for artwork, which can affect careers. I'm feeling everything because of you.
I pushed my artwork harder for the sake of you and others and hurt my arm again. One day I'll have the limitless power I deserve to give you everything you need. I didn't put on your flea collar so people could see you are loved as I didn't budget the sequence of events for washing my hands in the gas station and putting it on you. Always so busy, building the power you need to come.
The car is a colder, less magical place without you in it, but I feel more like I'm looking out on the world. Away from your twilight dimension of pure joy.
I became dedicated to strange things like Smiledog or the girl jokes from 4chan anons despite the long stretches of seeming to have no basis of reality outside of my mind, choosing them anyway. Then today, this paid off fully, after things like finding it easier to identify Michelle's contributions to my mind.
The pain and fear is over Kitty. Skipper comforted me about you instead of things like wondering why I had to have an insane grandma. For over a day my emotions about you were my world. You'll never be forgotten for what you did, when my world lifts off.
I'm here, I just wish you were still with me as I embarked to live with everybody else. In the Multiverse, you'll come out of that rustling noise and play with Skipper beneath the cat throw. Or you'll be under the car, rubbing my leg. I want the one where you're exactly where you should be, because that's the only way to resume things with you. Then there's the one where my first paycheck is complete, then most distant of all is the life where you're always happy in a large house, more distant than any happiness people know.
I got you because Skipper seemed like she was asking for a second cat, she seemed like such a good mom, and would regularly correct you. I had to avoid getting upset with you without good cause to avoid the swats. Earlier Skipper started complaining again just like she did back then. She's run out of your magic sending you both playing on me in the night. On the bright side it's easier to avoid sleeping as much as I can. Back to the peaceful comfort cat.
I woke up again without you, and I'm fine. I had a good dream the last time I woke up, making strange dream jokes while connecting to artists online. I remember when my dreams seemed to grind down to dust. For a time you kitties were my dreams.
I'm never going to forget you kitty. I felt completely sick about losing you. There's no reason you shouldn't be here with your cuteness. All of my songs are singing to you. Before i slept my mom was calling about the life I'm going to live as I wanted, and talked about you. We're going to get my birth certificate, I would have had it if people took me a little more seriously. Before then she expressed her care for you on various occasions. I'm going to hide my previous post after I publish this one, but I believe the evil that was attaching to her was riled up by the sources of your magic, to ranting about heroin. You were my heroine baby.
I connected with a random person on the street for the first time yesterday as I always wanted. She had the same car as my mom is in, I had been looking for cars that look like hers before she pointed it out, and pointed out free stuff to get. Skipperโs my cat for skipping to the things I need, and after I have a place I'll get her a new kitten. You were her permakitten, and her question mark tail taught me about oddities in life separating you from me. And she looked like a cartoon character for some reason after you left I think. I'll have to investigate that too.
I won't rest kitty baby until you're back in my life. I'm not going to stop looking for you, and looking for evildoers who took you from me and bring them to justice. I hope you show up at the car or a shelter I contact. Funny thing is that I'm not far from the timelines where I avoid paying to enhance my alerts about you not to keep money for my plan, but because random people getting to know where you are can make them unhinged. In this timeline they are using the tactic of avoiding me and responding to me as much as possible, and despite their expressions otherwise it's the worst tactic they have been guided to embrace so this solitary timeline with you separated from me can be peaceful.
There's a prince of peace, and one day I'll be at full strength, and have an entirely different way of accounting for those who harm the cute life of my cats. I cried into Skipper for you kitties not to leave me. Your magic will be kept alive. And if I don't find you, I hope you were picked up by a man who has a family so you can bring your magic into the lives of others.
I was thinking about the beauty of pinning your photo to my Substack and Twitter when I saw printed on the tires for the first time: Lionhart. That's what you were, and will continue to be.
That paranormal spirit is skipping back into my life fully baby. I missed it