Dreamily AI Stories Volume 1

The Immortal Cat

It is said that cats have 9 lives. You live forever, right? Well, that settles it. If anything, you should know the difference. If you're going to be a feline for life, you're going to have to learn how to be immortal, how to have it all. 

I was walking home this afternoon after picking up some take out. It was around five o'clock. I live out in the middle of nowhere, in the country, so the only thing that can get me home in less than an hour is a little light rail line. This town is tiny. It has two stop lights. One of them is a big round intersection with four or five lanes of traffic. That's about as much civilization as you can count out here. I was walking down the middle of one of those crosswalks when I heard a thud, a small thud. That's when I turned around. It was a cat. I don't even know how it got there.

I don't think anyone does. I mean, there were cars coming, people, but nobody had run over the poor kitty yet. And when I say "poor kitty," I mean he was completely disoriented. He wasn't trying to hide under cars. He wasn't running away from the street. He didn't seem scared at all. He just seemed confused. So, what did I do? I scooped him up and took him home.

Of course, I didn't want to make any noise or draw attention to myself because I didn't know if somebody would shoot me on sight. Not to mention I didn't really know how I could get him into my apartment without making a ruckus. Then, it dawned on me: carry him like a baby. So I took off his collar, picked him up and started walking.

It took a few blocks before I realized I'd probably look insane to everyone else on the streets. They weren't quite sure what to make of a grown man carrying around a cat like it was a newborn. I tried to avoid the stares by staring back until someone pointed out how absurd the whole scene was. The more they stared, the more I wanted to make a spectacle out of the situation. Like I told you, I'm sick. I thought that if I made a bigger deal out of it, they might realize I was being honest and not pull their guns. I never made eye contact. But eventually, people saw the truth. There was no reason to fear me.

When I got home, I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I carried him through the door, laid him down on my bed and left him there. I'll admit, I was pretty terrified that someone would walk past while I was sleeping and try to break in and steal him. But then I remembered who I was dealing with. A cat. Of course, I went and slept with my friend every night since then.