The Yeehaw In Our Stars

The Cat Can Speak

Ronan woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up on his couch. Wait, his couch? He couldn't remember even sitting on that old couch in the past month, so...

"Morning. I'm sorry I broke into your house--I assume this is your house--But I figured you would prefer waking up inside." Oh. Right. So, that wasn't a hallucination or anything.

And he was right. It wasn't. And there was currently an eightish-foot blue anthropomorphic cat petting Snow--an impressive feat considering she's the most aggressive of the pack--while sitting at the dining table.

"Uh, no, it..it's fine, er...what's your name?"

"Menati of Luton. Just Mena is fine, though."

"Ronan."

A nigh suffocating silence followed, neither knowing what to say. What should he ask first? Hey, What the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you here of all planets? Is this reeeaaaallly happening? He decided on a nicer version of why the fuck are you here first.

He adjusted himself to sit cross-legged, facing Mena and one of the arms of the couch."So uh, come here often? To Earth?"

"This is only my second time traveling here, but as you could probably tell, this visit was not...purposeful, perse."

"Wait, you've been on Earth before? How come?"

"Oh, thaaat wasn't a planned visit either."

"Wow, you are not a great pilot."

"...Fuck off."

A bit too long of a pause followed, them just staring each other down, pretending to be Totally Mature Adults™. After a full minute of this, Ronan broke first, then Mena right after. They were both being little gigglebitches about this situation. Ronan almost fell off the damn couch. And then he remembered there is a stranger petting his dog in his house.

After they both calmed down a bit, Ronan decided on questioning him a bit more.

"So, what, uh, are you, exactly? Like, species-wise?"

Mena took a moment before answering, looking like he'd just been asked to recite the first ten digits of pi, "I am...uh...I. I think the proper word would either be 'xeon'? Or 'kenit' depending on who you ask. I've always heard other species refer to us as xeon, but my ketir--wait you probably don't know what that is. I think the equivalent is...teacher? I think that's the word--always referred to our species as kenit. So, let's stick with kenit."

Ronan decided asking him any more about his or any species would result in this poor 'kenit' having an aneurysm from trying to remember if he knew the answer.

"Okiay. Good to know. On a completely different note," Ronan scooched to the end of the couch closer to Mena, "How'd ya get Snow to like you so quickly? I raised her and she didn't like me until she was three."

"This one?" He pointed to the dog currently with her entire front half in his lap, excited to get more pets. He got an affirmative nod in return.

"Well then which one?"

"I just agreed that was the right dog."

Mena got that look of reciting pi again.

"Oh, nodding is an affirmative with your culture?"

"Yes."

How is this somehow worse than possibly being probed?

"Okay, well she just barked at me until I pet her, and now she won't leave me alone."

Snow finally realized Ronan was awake, and jumped over the couch into his lap, knocking him back with some expletives.