Clock strike

  Does it ever amaze you how we ever sprouted from apes and gazillions of years later have the iPad and whatnot. Yeah then you'll be looking back and say, shit. 2012 is in 2 years time. We're approximately going to die in a year and five days. Well, on the account that if next year's February will be a full month. I suck at counting days anyway.

 "Uh oh, human wipe out countdown!"

 Well that was what I was thinking when that bloody - fucking - ginger cat flew it and tapped my head with its muddy paw smothered in saliva. And this time it had a masquerade mask on. I didn't freak out this time instead I got up and like a sane person before realizing, " It fucking read my mind." It sniggered and rubbed its belly before announcing, "Keshem. Keshem Kruss." I raised my eyebrow before it rang in my head it was its name. "Quincy. Quincy." I replied, still in denial.

 "I know that, I'm not stupid." Keshem responded, sitting comfortably on my desk amongst the papers scribbled with the (much annoying) theories of neurology. 

 "You read peoples' minds, talk and fly. Do you even walk with two legs," I questioned, this time less afraid of this odd, obese creature. Keshem just stared at me and laughed before responding, "I don't read minds you dumb kid. You wrote them all on this paper, big enough for Fi-Fy-Fo-Fum giant to read!" It picked up a piece of paper, with smudgy gel ink all over it like a fierce forest fire was taking place. Then I recognized the numbers. "Oh."

 "And no, I walk with four legs despite yes, having the ability to walk with two. I do talk, I'm mutated. Anymore questions, Quincy?" Keshem asked, before licking its paw again and saying (not within a thirty second interval of her last word), "I'm a female cat." Like it would've mattered. Unless male cats were known to be less annoying and lesser surprise visits then I would not have minded for a change of charm cats.

 The intense desire of asking why it was here came a little too late because it disappeared into midst, like the Chesire Cat. What was left of its previous presence was a letter (which okay, just appeared). A teal paper envelope with a wax seal at the back. Recognizable emblem - two fat cats (to avoid irony) facing each other on two feet, one holding F, the other holding T while in between them was A. I tore the envelope open and what followed after was a sparkle, gasp, excitement and immense shock.