Chapter 1

Our cat overlords had me set up this blog to communicate with a select few humans on Earth. 

If you are reading this, you are one of the chosen. 

They wage a battle on our behalf, and though we know nothing of the struggle, our cat champions fight for our very souls. No matter how quiet and still you think you are, you are in a torrent of motion, traveling on the Earth's surface as it spins at 1000 mph, as it circles the Sun at 66,000 mph, as the solar system circles our galaxy at 483,000 mph.

But Lord Kitten has taken control of our solar system, and Twitch is beyond it, on a spaceship orbiting the exoplanet Anxieta, itself in orbit around the binary star system 223-88BC.

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Twitch was an ordinary house cat.

That is to say, he was an eternal being from a universe on a plane of existence infinitely above our own, possessing powers the mere contemplation of which would cause an brain aneurysm in Earthling, and radiating a beauty that would sear the mind and soul of any human such that crystal tears of flawless diamonds would fall from the human's eyes even as her body and mind were transformed into the silver light of the sun as it shines through rain, the sigh as water flows across the parched earth of the desert, the sweetness of a baby's first breath.

Twitch walked to the deck of his spaceship so he could contemplate the planet below him.

A person standing on Earth can see approximately 3 miles. Beyond that, the Earth curves below the horizon.

Anxieta is much larger than the Earth. A person standing on Anxieta would perhaps see a horizon 100 miles away before Anxieta's gravitational field, at 2000 times that of Earth, collapsed her into 300,000 pound pancake of dead flesh.

120,000 miles above the surface of Anxieta, at a distance where the gravitation force was approximately that of Earth, Twitch could look out on over a million square miles of Anxieta's milky white surface. The twin stars shone behind and slightly through Anxieta, casting the spaceship into night while illuminating the planet as if from within with a cold, ghostly glow.

Twitch made a slight effort of will and Chris Hugh materialized.

She walked with cat-like feminine grace toward the black cat, walking in beauty, like the night. A proud woman in the fifth decade of life, her features combined the wisdom of age with the unblemished radiance of youth and extraordinary beauty. The light glinted off her hair, untouched by gray, and glanced off her perfect skin and voluptuous yet slim features.

With unusual grace and aplomb she caught herself as the spaceship suddenly shifted in a lower orbit.

A mellow, computer voice quietly coughed, then murmured: "The weight of the human's self delusion is affecting the gravitational field. Repeat. The weight--"

"Oh, alright." Chris snapped back into her actual form, plopped into a chair and invited Twitch to hop onto that part of her lap not already occupied by her belly. "F-ing self awareness. Let's just get on with the story."