Nine lives.

Life one, part one.

"The blue! The blue! It has pictures that are forming and moving!" You screamed out loud, going nuts over the scene you have seen. "Calm down, kid, what's wrong with you? Never seen a movie or a television before, you think?" Remarked the cat, which only chuckled, muffled with an ever slight meow. As soon as a clear picture has gotten through, the cat meowed, with a very clear and obviously sarcastic "meow." God damn it, you think to yourself, as you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, in only annoyance. You look back up at the blue screen, the cat now started to talk, with hand-motions all around, just like an ordinary person would swing. Or rather, did the cat have paw-motions? Hm, all of it was confusing you, as the cat only went on to speak. "Meet our dear young protagonist, I think their name was Jonathan who lived in New York, I think he was as well just nineteen years old,  quite a wealthy man for his age, I think he had a job as an artist or writer, I forget."

What catches you is not the story itself, but it's the way this cat is speaking, it's speaking like a retard trying to recall what they had last night for dinner, as you describe. This felt so boring, and felt like a waste of time. But hey, what waste of time is a life like yours? When you do nothing but play video games and read stories on the internet? You had enough time to kill for anything, it's not like you have an important life or anything, as you think. You only sigh once again, as the cat went on with the story.

"He lived happily for his life, without a girlfriend, though, I think. His personality was met what someone would describe as lazy, impetuous and was one to just mess around, taking what he needed to take seriously, seriously, I think. He had a beautiful assistant, a woman with nice blonde hair. His assistant would frequently stay over his apartment to complete writing comics, and Jonathan would frequently stare at her, at all kinds of parts of her body, I know. For scenario ideas and inspiration for scenery, Jonathan and his assistant, Kelly, both went to a pier together. Jonathan was so in love with his assistant, he would constantly flirt with her, too, sometimes sexually harass her. But never did something so low such as touching her, as she slept, or anything, I think. This was a dream for Jonathan, to finally go out on a date, and have Kelly be his love. Actually, it was more so that Kelly acted like his love, they only did what they had to. But Jonathan actually wanted to confess his love to this girl, his dream girl. He loved and loved her throughout the night, Kelly just thought it was an act, and from the many times Jonathan tried to propose his love for Kelly, she thought of them all as an act, I think. Jonathan and Kelly were finally on a Ferris wheel together, alone and quiet. How fun it was, until Jonathan seriously got the attention her needed to Kelly. All Jonathan needed to do was say that he seriously loved her. He said so. The silence and uneasiness in the one cart was just filling with tension. The tension killed the two of them. Jonathan looked at Kelly, directly in the eyes, for a prolonged amount of time, whereas Kelly was blushing, trying to get the idea in her head, where it was only for reference. Kelly refused, Jonathan was severely depressed right after, and didn't look as how he was as before., I think. What do you think happens next?"

"I think the poor old sap sucks it up, right?" You said without hesitation. "That's not quite it, but you're close, kid," said the cat with a more serious and quiet tone. The tone with the cat, and the quietness of the dark within the forest matched with this current scene. You felt shaky, you wanted to go home, you felt too nervous, and uneasy to even stay. You wanted to kick the cat, even! How edgy could it get? How much of this can I take? I'm bored, but I'm tense. If I leave, where will I go? If I stay, will I have someplace to go? You decide to stay and listen to the cat and the silence.