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"Oh my gosh, is that even sanitary?" I exclaimed in disgust as Tiberius wound his paws around a wandering roach, essentially toying with it.
Tiberius fluttered his ears before he gave me a long-unamused smile, "Ive been doing this for over a hundred years. I'm not dead yet."
"We'll, can you do that elsewhere—I'm trying to work on my homework," I uttered as I typed 'Therefore' and 'In retrospect' before I literally had no clue what I was writing about.
Tiberius tilted his head, a curious expression on his face, "You seem oddly composed for someone that was thrown across the yard yesterday by a lunatic woman who can't die."
"We'll, technically, it was you who was thrown across the yard yesterday," I corrected, my eyes concentrated on my laptop. I was currently in my bedroom trying to manage an essay about World War I and how the French fought the Germans. I had no idea what I was even writing about, to be honest. "And I can't exactly tell my teacher that, so I have to finish this. It's due tonight."
Tiberius scoffed, "So you wait until the very last minute? That doesn't seem very efficient."
"I don't care if it seems efficient—it's high school," I argued with a scrutiny.
He didn't say anything, although the tactless way he hummed dryly and carried on to playing with the roach on the floor deeply frustrated me.
"You know, for a cat who can talk, you aren't very helpful," I mused in an annoyed manner.
"For a girl who puts more time into talking and less writing isn't very helpful either," he wittily shot back. "What is it you're writing about?"
I sighed, slumping in defeat, "World War I."
"Huh."
A curious look settled on my face, "Do you like know about all that? You did say you're over a hundred years old."
Tiberius shrugged, fluttering his ears, "I'm somewhat knowledgeable, but I spent most my time prioritizing my survival, seeing how, you know, the depleted resources, lack of owners, and me vicariously trying to avoid being run over by cars."
I proceeded to pout. "So, could you help me? I'm researching about the concentration camps and all the minorities that were killed and imprisoned. Really, just, fun stuff."
"What are professors teaching nowadays? Anyways, I thought a talking cat was unhelpful?" Tiberius chided.
I rolled my eyes before I gave him a soft smile, "Pleaseeee."
He shrugged, "I expect salmon after this. Or a good dove."
"You know," I began with a sing-song voice. "I'm curious—"
Tiberius groaned, "You're always curious. It's a never-ending summit of questions with you."
"So are you like a person inside a cat body or are you just a cat with a human-like conscious? And if Jean and Mary didn't create your conscious with a magical key, then who created the key in the first place? Do you even know how old you are?"
