Once A Cat, Now A Robot (Short Short Story) "Edited"

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When does the one who purrs to you, when you are needed, turns you into something else? Just how easy is it for a wire to be undone, to stop you in place, unable to-
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Submitted: August 15, 2017

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Once A Cat, Now A Robot

 

  I wandered, I learned, both involved the streets with litter around. A memory, isn't it? Only manipulated to be fake. I know this isn't where I am meant to die. I know something awaits me. I stared up at the two looking down at me. They call me cute, they call me kitty, one calls me mine.

  She picks me up, holds me close as I stare at the other. Now within the first one's home, I run throughout the house, and scratch on every wall. She smiles as she fills my bowl with the same food she eats. One day, the other comes by, she asks if I can be hers. She refuses, but I still walk to her, staring up at her. The first one is in tears as she takes me away, to my new home, if it is so...

  I run through the house, she smiles as she fills my bowl with dry food. I sniff at it, wanting something else, but as her hand runs across my back I find myself eating. I wish I knew better, what it truly meant when the other cats came. I remember she once said that she needed atleast one more cat to be around her, but was it truly cause of jealousy that I left?

  She found me on that same street, time and time again, so she may convince me to come home. That she was meant to be my owner. My poison, so sweet, and alluring. She had cats over again, so I left and found a human that was pained by another. She took me in, even though she was her friend. They did not enjoy being around each other afterwards.

  I would run through her house, only for her voice to raise, then the fish exchanged with dry food. Soon the one who hurt her returned, she wanted me to stay, but he was the one who kicked me out. Again, she returned to the street to take me home. She was nice at first, but then she wrapped her hands around my neck, angered that I chased the other cats away. So I ran, I ran far away to another street.

  Another human took me in, she fed me sweet things, she would pick me up and dance. But she was not smart, she did not understand the other humans. Then, I too, walked over her as I left. I was always taken in by another, fed different things, even by the one from the street before. One day, after I chased the cats away again, I returned to the newer street to find a human younger than the others. She did not take me in, but kept me company at the street. She told me stories, she gave me presents, and would even sing to me.

  I would lay in her lap and she would sing while petting me. The other did not like this, but I simply left her hands, and her dry food. This one finally took me in after some time of having me in awe around her. She would cook for me while I attempted to climb the curtains, let me eat on the table with her, and never looked at another cat.

  I had finally found my home, my owner, who's stuff animals were mine to attack. She would study engineering, and soon I found a human sized being with wires exposed in her room. She picked me up and put me inside the hollow head, then she closed it.

  That is when I knew what to be for her. To return the pure kidness she had given to me, the risk of letting me in her home, of being her first cat to care for. With this new body, I brought her gifts and learned to write her stories, even to pick her up so she may reach the top shelf. The others attempted to rip me from my shell, to make me theirs again, but I refused. Never did I scratch them, for I know that is not the kind of being to be, one who harms theirs who is closest.

  Eventually, she stopped petting me, she would keep me in the body, and hardly would she sing. To please her, I taught myself that I was not a person, for this was true. I am a cat, I am hers, I must make her happy. She would allow me the chance to leave the body. I would choose not to, I only brought her more gifts, I only became her servant.

  The ones from before tried to free me again, one hell to another, I refused. This is my heaven, this is what I want to be, no one will change the way I think of this. I am expendable, a stray cat meant to serve the goddess, and I will until she decides I am not worthy. She says I will be her only cat. That she will have no other. If that is true, then why..?

  She opens the body, drains the power keeping me alive inside, and tells me to leave. I am confused, I meow to her, but she tells me once more. I meow why. She only says, she cannot give me the life I want. But I am expendable, I would protect her at the cost of nine lives, I only want to be around-

  "I love you, now leave." I am her servant, who am I to argue with thy goddess... She will not listen to my meows of reason. I ask for one day. She grants me it.

  Now, I return to the street. No one is here to claim me. I do not run after the other creatures, the humans know not of my existance, I only sit on the trash can. This is where I belong, now. No longer do I purr, nor meow, I am only silent and still...


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