A cat reborn
05 Apr 2016PoeTheWonderCat
Into the world we are born, deaf and sightless, groping for something to hold onto. Something to protect us, to nurture us and make us whole. For some of us, we are fully formed, whole and complete but still we need care to reach our full potential. Still more of us must grow into our finer points, to fluff out and spread our warmth to our brothers and sisters. Christ, where is this going? Oh, right. As each of us paws the stars, a second time we are brought into a new world of possibilities. And just as we were kittens before, so are we again in this celestial wilderness.Until we hear the Meow we are but hoomans with clumsy hands to grope through the eternal night. As we fill our hearts and thoughts with Nip and fishy noms, the great Space Cat lends His whiskers and tail to guide us to a better way. But only as we rise to the call and bloody our fangs can we entrust ourselves fully to His claws to protect our way and bring the paw-less to justice. This is the true way of the Space Cat. This is what it means to follow the Meow. I know that now, and the Church of the Space Cat has opened it's arms to embrace me as one of them.
Sorry, that got weird didn't it? Well I have a bit of an addictive personality so why wouldn't it apply to religious dogma as well?
Three times I performed the rite of Showing Paws and three times I was accepted by my brothers in Meow. I gotta tell you, after the second time of waking up in the station med bay with a invoice from the insurance company pinned to your bed, you'd easily be swayed to a safer, less pew-filled way of life. But the Cat rewards the fighters. Or at least those with stick-to-itiveness. For my efforts I was given the title of Adherent and was given access to their inner workings, which... aren't much right now. They're new.
But as I was filling out the size chart for my space robes order form, a call to action came in the form of the sighting of a minor annoyance to the Church. A paw-less one who wronged one of us was sighted over a hundred light years away and the Brothers moved to intercept. They winged up and set out for the system the wretch was spotted in. I agreed to joined the hunt but was hung up with paperwork and docking red tape. The machine keeps turning and we are it's grease.
When I finally made it out, the plan was to challenge the cur to a duel and beat him in single combat. And if he should run, make him wish he hadn't. By the time I made it to the dual outside of a local dock, the devil was already running for it's safety. With no time to ask for instructions, I opened fire on him. His behemoth of a ship plowed past me and made it through the mail slot. I heard my brothers curse the luck, certain he had gotten away. But I followed him in with lasers blazing, laws be damned! The hull readout that showed 33 percent when I started was down to 17 as the station security lit me up like a roman candle. I didn't care. I held down the fire button as the hull went to 7, to 5, to 3, to 2... then the world erupted in fire and all was silence.
I awoke once more in a med bay with an much larger insurance claim pinned to my chest, along with a few security fines. I looked them over but none of them said I was wanted for murder. I failed. The Cat had given me my first test and I failed. But before I could wallow in self-pity, the comms came to life with the news that the security officials had gunned down the villain as he returned fire on me. Well half a victory is better then no victory at all. I'm just happy I could help my new companions and show my devotion to the Meow.
Still, better stay away from that system for a while.