Who: Brittany and Captain (OTA? Or a narrative if no one grabs it) What: Brittany bursts out into Petula Clark’s song Cat In The Window and doesn’t see anything wrong with it. It’s a song and dance routine with a talking cat! Where: Brittany’s apartment, transitioning into the lobby. When: 9:00 PM, Dec. 14th Status: Incomplete
This was usually the time of day when Brittany sat with Captain watching Animal Planet. It was a daily routine for almost every day. There always seemed to be something on whether it was the giant fish on Dangerous Catch or Hillbilly Handfishin’ or the little mewling kitties of Too Cute that caught her cat’s eye, but today Captain sat on the window’s ledge, just looking outside. Brittany couldn’t help but feel a kind of empathy, like she knew exactly what Captain was thinking. She stood up from her seat on the floor and walked up behind him, stroking his fur as she, too, peered out the window.
“There’s a cat in the window, and he’s watching all the birds go passing by.” She smiled a little, looking down at her kitty. “He’d love to fly out the window, go where the wind goes, and so would I.”
Wait... Was she singing? It had seemed so natural that she hadn’t even realized that there was a melody to the words.
“Like that cat in the window, who keeps wishing for some wings to take a ride.” Brittany scooped Captain up into her arms, cuddling him close as she twirled around to her song.
“I’d love to glide to a rainbow, off where the clouds go dancing by, and if I could fly...” She danced as well as she could while carrying the cat around. “You wouldn’t find me hangin’ around watching the birds go by.” Brittany laughed a little and danced. There was music, at least in her mind, and she created happy choreography to accompany it.
“Yes, the cat in the window,” She lifted Captain into the air, nuzzling his nose with hers. “Has a tear in his eye.”
“Eye.” Echoed Captain, with the aid of his special thought translator collar.
“I should leave today, fly away!” Brittany skipped as well as she could while trying to avoid shaking Captain too much. “Why should I stay, like the cat in the window who keeps watching the birds? Go by from the window! If I could fly, though, you won’t find me. Don’t even try to!”
It was over. Brittany wasn’t sure where the urge to sing her thoughts had come from, but it was delightful.