Well, it was OK for the first few hours, but it's begun to get darker, so I know this little bit under the fence where the hedgehogs come into our garden, I head for that, squeezing my body with ease under the gate and trot along the wooden pathway besides the house, over the small gate where I can see right into the CatPod, right onto the table and it stops me in my tracks. Faith is sitting with her glorified rotundness, her back to me. I let out a YAWP and she cringes, hunching down further. I poke my paw through the mesh and touch her back. Her coat ripples with glossy curls, but she doesn't speak to me, only letting out a tiny 'mep'. Lillibet is coming, I can hear he swearing at Flaire, Momma wishes she wouldn't do that, youngsters are so impressionable! Lillibet is sure to take notice of me, she has been Thwakking me all week as I lay in the comfort of HER bed! She jumps up to her Mum, they exchange 'chirrups' and then the two of them leave the table together and what I see next is a real shock.
I reel backwards, staggering along the edge of the low gate, trying to get my balance. I feel like all the wind has been knocked out of me. I see a 'me' laid out on the table, wrapped in a fleece, cold and very thin. I double check myself and can't seem to comprehend what is happening. How can I be laid there and be here at the same time? Is this one of those out of body experiences? I sit and watch over myself, watch the comings and goings in the house. The door is open and Momma is preparing noms for everyone, but no one is eating? I would eat it. I trot into the kitchen, I slide my face, unnoticed into a bowl of kibble but I am not getting any satisfaction woolfing down this stuff. I go back out to check on my doppelganger who is still laying on the table. He smells real bad. Gutsy almost and very sticky all over like saucisson sec, yeasty and pungent. Kinda my scent but a million times stronger - go easy on the cologne I tell him, but he doesn't move.
I hear ManSlave in the garden, he is doing some kind of manual labour, I can hear his shovel trying to break the hard earth under the chairs. He must be planting something, only big plants take holes that deep. He needs to be really careful, I shout at him as he cracks away at the soil, there are baby kittens and TomFun & Otello down there. He is mighty close! I YAWP louder and he looks up, but a silly Robin gets in my line of sight and ManSlave gives him a nod, taking no notice of me. Pfft. Momma comes through into the garden from the CatPod, she is carrying something... the me from the table. YIKES! She has lots of tissue paper of all colours and my special eating rocks and a white feather I saw her pick out of her shoe this morning before we went to see Vet Simon. Wait, hold on... I think I remember something. Vet Simon and Momma chatting, she is cuddling me and crying, I am too poorly to look at her, I feel far away and every breath is laboured. I am so hot and my head is pounding from my massive eye that is sticking out of it's socket. I remember now hoping it would all stop and Simon said if Momma was really sure, he could make my pain go away. Momma said it would hurt one last time because the yellow liquid stings so much. I let out a tiny mewl and fell into a deep sleep before the drought was even in my blood stream. My ticker weak from infection, stopped promptly.
But I don't understand, why am I here now watching this? Why am I staring down at my lifeless body with it's diamonte collar and rainbow paper, rocks, feathers and flowers all around? Why are the CatWomen screaming and yelling from the communal area, yelling for me to stay and not follow this amazing colour bonanza that is dancing in front of my eyes. I have to go and look closer and I feel it draw me in, swirling and warm, deep into it's iridescent rainbow colours. I can see TomFun and the kittens playing like shadows against an Orbadious cloud. I will just see what they are doing... just for a minute.... then I can come back. Right?