7 February 2013
I reached behind to make sure the pack was zipped on one side. I felt Avel's furry head and knew he got in safely. My wings, stretched out 11 feet, caught the wind and pulled me upwards.
Avel might have told you something different, but he's not exactly the ordinary cat. The thing different is that he can talk. I heard him babbling behind me about the wind getting in his ears.
"It could damage them, you know!" He complained. Boy, a cat without talking abilities would have been just fine.
"We are going to Chicago," I called. "That's where Inemem is."
Avel tried to get my attention, but I didn't listen. Could he ever be a think-to-talk cat? Probably not.
I shaded my eyes, seeing out into the sun. My wings cast a huge orange-tinted shadow in the cloud below us. I lowered to dip my yellow converse in one, feeling the water soak into my socks. Avel touched it too, but pulled away, being a picky cat as always. "It's wet," he said, shaking his paw furiously.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
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