Beginnings
Asylums. They're all the same, all the same, dull little real world, cold and gray and white, hopsital white, clean and new and neat. Chemicals and potions and other things the furless like to play with.
But no Alice. No Alice in there so Cat was stuck in a dull, clean, world, and I didn't like it. Cats are freedom and cats go as they please. No Rabbit there, run, run, too late, too late, no Caterpillar to whisper words and talk toadstools and blow smoke rings to take me away, away, away. Alice will come, Alice will always come because Cat is calling and Cat is Wonderland and Alice will always answer Wonderland.
Corridors were long there, long and hard and only go two ways, front and back, no sideways, no slantways, no there-and-back-again, no up and down. Claws go click-click, click-clicking down the way but I'm not as the others are and I tire of the floor, wandering up the walls, continue along the way on the ceiling. Song without words, hum-hum, hum-hrm, hrm-prrrr~
The other dreamers walked along below, don't like leaving the floor, don't know how to climb, don't know how to forget how to fall, silly real world. Not like Alice, but close. They're mad too, because we're all mad here and that is the way Cat likes it.
More walls! Walls and doors and bars on the windows, clocks on the wall, tick-tock, tick-tock. Days to the hour, hours to the minute, minute to the second, second to the first, first to last, oh my! Doors have locks, locks have keys, ring in a pocket, jangle-clink, jangle-clink, the doctors pass me by whistling their own little songs. Meow-purr, meow-purr, a saucer of milk for the cute little kitty?
He smiles, nervous smiles, peers through the windows into other rooms, keeps on walking, jangle-clink, jangle-clink, does Cat exist, oh does he indeed?
Then darkness falls and then it's time to talk of shoes, ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings... Puff, puff and away Cat floats, to sand and seas, where worlds and time are all broken up and broken down, tossed in a little gold pocketwatch and put together again. Tick-tong-tik-tink! Not right anymore, everything's black, we'll never come back...
Or can we?
Funny little real world, maybe it's like Wonderland after all.
(OOC: If you won't wonder how Cat can write in his journal, then I won't! ^_~)
But no Alice. No Alice in there so Cat was stuck in a dull, clean, world, and I didn't like it. Cats are freedom and cats go as they please. No Rabbit there, run, run, too late, too late, no Caterpillar to whisper words and talk toadstools and blow smoke rings to take me away, away, away. Alice will come, Alice will always come because Cat is calling and Cat is Wonderland and Alice will always answer Wonderland.
Corridors were long there, long and hard and only go two ways, front and back, no sideways, no slantways, no there-and-back-again, no up and down. Claws go click-click, click-clicking down the way but I'm not as the others are and I tire of the floor, wandering up the walls, continue along the way on the ceiling. Song without words, hum-hum, hum-hrm, hrm-prrrr~
The other dreamers walked along below, don't like leaving the floor, don't know how to climb, don't know how to forget how to fall, silly real world. Not like Alice, but close. They're mad too, because we're all mad here and that is the way Cat likes it.
More walls! Walls and doors and bars on the windows, clocks on the wall, tick-tock, tick-tock. Days to the hour, hours to the minute, minute to the second, second to the first, first to last, oh my! Doors have locks, locks have keys, ring in a pocket, jangle-clink, jangle-clink, the doctors pass me by whistling their own little songs. Meow-purr, meow-purr, a saucer of milk for the cute little kitty?
He smiles, nervous smiles, peers through the windows into other rooms, keeps on walking, jangle-clink, jangle-clink, does Cat exist, oh does he indeed?
Then darkness falls and then it's time to talk of shoes, ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings... Puff, puff and away Cat floats, to sand and seas, where worlds and time are all broken up and broken down, tossed in a little gold pocketwatch and put together again. Tick-tong-tik-tink! Not right anymore, everything's black, we'll never come back...
Or can we?
Funny little real world, maybe it's like Wonderland after all.
(OOC: If you won't wonder how Cat can write in his journal, then I won't! ^_~)