Raven diary #16: Another passenger

Dear diary,

Raven here

Lucka and I hug, paws warm and fuzzy. Our pelts are warm with love and nostalgia. The lab blurs and all our thoughts are on each other.

We release, paws now even warmer. “I haven’t seen or thaught about you in AGES Lucka,” I say. I___

 

I tell the story of me. Things that will, have, or not have in future diaries.  Lucka tells her’s, rife with misery and despair. The one thing I can tell is that the human that adopted her is now the handsome boy’s new nurse.

We climb into the Millenium Cat Toy, turn on some M E O W, particularly Losing My Frenemie, a song known by all cats and even dogs across the world. We exchange thoughts, memories, banter and laughs as we BLAST OFF. My fur feels warm and fuzzy as we catch up.

Suddenly, we hear meows combined with a very strange other noise. It must be merely a broken lab part. CozyCat was built in 1520, so it’s very  old and run down. HandyFur can fix it up. That girl isn’t named HandyFur fur nothing!

 

“Aw really?” Lucka purrs. “We were just getting to the best part!”

 

Ignoring my sissy, I see two cats I know very well from my warrior days. I still see these cats on occasion. They live right down the block.

Winston and Gunther greet me with paw shakes and meows of, “Good day mates.” They have rough, Australian accents. “Heard about yu li’le expedition,” Winston purrs, pure black pelt shining silver-ish in the glass room. “Got days off from work on human weekends, so we’d care to come along.”

“Yeah.” Gunther yowls. “Working here is simply rubbish nonsense! Who are these Loath Cats anyway?”

 

“You’ll see,” I say. “Come along. Come along.”

 

Then, I see the source of the strange noise. The thing doesn’t look like a cat, dog or human at all. Who is this thing? It’s black, but its fur is … how do I explain … slightly ruffled. It’s not fur exactly. Where the nose and whiskers should be, there’s a short pointy thing stabbing at the glass floor. The thing has a red crown on its head, as if it is a noble queen or king.

 

“Who… is this… thing?” I ask, very puzzled. “I thought cats, dogs and humans were the only animals in this world.”

 

“That’s called a chicken,” Lucka explains. “Humans have them on things called farms. This is Agnus, a dear, dear friend of mine. Agnus, allow me to introduce my sister, Raven Hanson.”

 

“Greetings Raven,” Agnus clucks in a soft British accent. “May I trot along in my TIE clucker?”

 

“Sure,” Lucka says. “Anyone is welcome on our journey.”

 

“You, Winston and Gunther go in the TIE and Lucka and I will travel in the Cat Toy,” I growl.

 

TO BE CONTINUED