The Cat and Her Ship

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Chapter 3 (v.1) - The Cat and her Ship - Chapter 3

Submitted: March 11, 2013

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Submitted: March 11, 2013



“The Council will please come to order.”  Intoned Number One.  “We have a lot to discuss”

(Author’s Note:  The actual Dwee’num speech consists of sounds similar to a cross between Appalachian Saw Music and a Van Halen guitar riff, but there appears to be no font or Google Translate page for that so I will continue in this font and in English.)

“Point of order, Mister Chairman,” Said Number Three, raising his paw and adjusting his glasses.  “Since we have taken aboard this alien craft some of our council members are absent; watching the humans from the gallery.  Do we have a quorum?”

The Chairman looked down the table and twitched his whiskers.  “Yes, I believe we do.  So let us get started.”  He polled the table and then nodded.  “First order: we need to set up a study group to gauge just how intelligent the members of this group are.  I realize that some may appear not as bright as a Knill Bat, but Number Four here tells us they are smarter than they seem.”

“They all call me ‘Loopy’.  I’ve kind of gotten used to it.”  Said Number Four from her seat.  "Actually, 'smart' may be a misnomer.  I'd call it innate cogitation of their cortex.  In a word: cunning."

“Harrumph!  Fine, er, Loopy.”  Number One turned to the secretary operating a machine at his side.  “Make a note of that, please.”

“Yes, Sir.”  She pressed a few keys.

“Now, as to who shall we assign to this working group.  Any ideas?”

Number Seven, the Science Officer, raised her paw.  “The science lab will have to be included.  We have several intelligence tests we can administer.  I also understand that the engineering department is interested in just what it was that the head human built that attracted us initially.”

“I was going to say that,” Said Number Two under his breath and sitting back in his seat and quickly lick his arm.

Number One spoke again.  “I rather imagine that between those two departments we should then have a good assessment of their abilities.”  He turned to Loopy.  “Since you lived among them for so long, Loopy, I suggest you remain our point of contact.  Until we ascertain just how much stress they can take, it wouldn’t do to overwhelm them with how many of us there are.  Agreed?”

“Certainly, Sir.  Would you want me to live with them, or shall I commute?  I prefer the former as moving through the stasis field gives me a fearful headache for ten minutes afterwards.  It also seems to make them apprehensive to see me floating through the air towards them.”

“Hmmmm,” he pondered.  “You have a point.  You have good accommodations inside their craft?”

“Certainly, Sir.  In actuality, I am afforded comfortable lodgings in every space on the craft – with the exception of the one named Bernard.  He doesn’t like me.”

Number One’s iris’s opened wide.  “Really?  I was under the impression that every human liked what they refer to as ‘cats’.”  He said.

“Oh, no, Sir.  There are humans that quake every time one passes by, especially black cats.  Some are even fearful that such animals smother young ones in their sleeping arrangements by ‘breathing their air’; however that might be done.  In fact, some of the Earth cats I have contacted tell me that they were really guarding the human from harm.  Very strange.  And fully worthy of more study.”

Number Seven raised her paw and was recognized by the chair.  “I wonder if we might induce a male and female to produce an offspring that we could study.”

“Possible,” said Loopy.  “But that process takes nine complete months.”

“Really!  That long?  Can’t that be compressed somewhat?”

“I don’t believe so, Ma’am.  I can check though for sure.”

“Yes.  Please do that and report back.”

The Chairman resumed: “Point number two is a decision on how long we keep the humans aboard their vessel.  I understand it is a bit cramped, but they are in no danger of immediately running out of food or water.”  He turned to Number Two, the Engineering Officer.  “Have we connected a source of water to their ship?”

“Yes, Sir.  We did that this work period.”

“And their power now that their own sources have been turned off?”

“Yes, Sir.  We’ve managed to cobble up a connection between our power source and theirs.  It’s a rather strange-looking device, but I am told by my staff that it will suffice.  The voltage is a bit low – one hundred and five volts as opposed to one hundred and twenty – but it seems to run their machines well enough.  We have given them limitless amperage.”

“Good, good.  Finally, can we synthesize enough food for them?  I understand our dry food will not suffice for all occasions and that they are carnivores.  Any hope for that?”  He turned to Number Seven.  “As Science Officer have you been able to come up with anything?”

“When we initially, um, acquired the vessel, their food preparation officer was about to serve what they called ‘beef roast’.  I had a sample analyzed and we are in the process of creating a few samples for testing.”

“Great!  Give them to Loopy and have her tend to the testing.”

Number One looked around the table again.  “Anything else?”  He paused, not one held up a paw.  “Then, let’s get busy.”  He gaveled the meeting to a close and padded from the room.

There were brief conversations among the attendees and then they left in groups to return to their departments.  Loopy followed the Science Officer to her zone to pick up the food samples.


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