Proximi-kitty
It’s going okay, just not as smoothly as it looked like things were going to go. The girls are the ones causing the problems, I’ll make no excuses for them. I did, however, snap a pic of a couple of them sitting not far from one another without hissing or causing any problems.
…Time for this week’s story…
New Arrival
How do I communicate with these primitive beings?
They want to communicate with me, but I don’t know what they’re saying. They show me their tools and wave them in the air, then demonstrate how they are used. Most of their food is tasty, and they fed me when I was unable to feed myself. Even now that I can eat, I tend to make a mess of things and they always clean up after me with no complaint. I can’t quite move my arms right yet.
Who knows how long it has been since I first met my caretakers. My arrival here was somewhat traumatic. When I opened my eyes, they were hovering over me and have taken care of me since. After being so well cared for, I long to communicate with these beings to tell them how much it means to me.
As for what my plan is, I’m still figuring that out. I think I’m alone here. I haven’t seen anyone else like me yet, and I don’t see a way back to where I came from, either. Maybe if I can go exploring I can find a way back, but there’s no telling how long it will take to be well enough for that. My legs are finally getting strong enough to hold me up. I still have to grab onto things for balance, but soon I will be moving around on my own.
My mind is troubled, however, since memories of my former life seem to be fading away with time. The longer I’m here, the more I forget about home, and the more this world becomes my world. I’m starting to learn the local customs and understand some of the sounds they make. Where I come from, emotion and imagination are the language we speak. Will I lose that too, if I continue to integrate?
Would I lose the ability to feel as deeply and share that with others? Will my feelings and ideas be reduced to the sounds I can make with my mouth? Will I degenerate into one of these primitive beings by willingly embracing their culture and abandoning mine? What will happen to all my memories? Thousands of years of growth could be erased from my mind and I wouldn’t even know it. As it is, I’ve already forgotten patches. Things that were commonplace for me before, I don’t even remember how to do now.
I suppose, at this point, I don’t really have too many options. I’ll adapt and I’ll survive. I just need to dig deep and copy the sounds they’re making. I’ll learn to thank them, and then I’ll try to find my own way. They’re trying to teach me their language, and I can tell they do so with so much love and compassion.
I think I can pronounce one of their names, if I really try. I can start my journey with this single step. I have to let go of my fear. I’m afraid that I’ll forget my life before, but I have to embrace the one in front of me. I’m pressing my lips together and sounding out the word. The native being with long hair jumps for joy and squeals, turning to grab her mate.
“Honey! Come quick! Lily said her first words! Lily, can you say it again? Mama. Mama.”
“Maaaama.”
“Oh my god!”
“We need to record this. Get her to say it again.” The larger male pulls out a small box and holds it in front of him.
“Can you say it again, baby? Mama. Say Mama.”
“Maama.”
“That’s right! Good job my love! Did you get it?”
“Got it. Can she say, Dada? Honey, can you say, Dada?”
“Mama.”
“Okay, we can work on that one.”
“Mama.” I love when the long haired one holds me. She’s so happy. I knew I could do it. I can still feel her love. Even though she isn’t trying to project it, she can’t help it. I haven’t lost myself, at least, not yet. Now I have more words to learn, and a long, glorious future before me.
“Momma loves you, sweetie.”
“Mama.”