Operation Moonlit Runaway : Prologue
I’ve been living a lifetime on a house inside a university complex, with a family of 7.
Although the house is small, we got an enormous campus as our playground.
It was a nice place to stay at first. I often rode my bike through the campus’ empty hallways on sunday morning. The view was green with pine tree tips that lurk behind the campus’ walls. Pine scents blown away by a cold breeze filling the air. Nothing can seemed to stop us kids from playing our heart out. We played rangers, we played cops, we were soaking wet with rain drops, we were covered in dirts. For me and maybe for my three big brothers also, this place was once a heaven.
But then as we grow bigger, our world shrunk. The campus is now become infamous, a mass of stranger infiltrate my heaven. They cut trees to seal ground with pavements so they can bring more bikes. The hallways now emits wi-fi, attract people like bugs surrounding lamps. No more empty hallways on sunday. no more playground for a grown up kid.
Its a shame that houses don’t go grow bigger along with people. We were once a guppies swimming inside a fair sized aquarium. Now we guppies had grown into kois, swimming on the same aquarium. Too tight to even breathe. The liveliness of our household in no longer a good thing, no longer a thing we can show off to. Goods multiples as needs piling. Sometime soon we kois gonna become a canned kois.
Its like the household was not lively enough, we have cats as a pet. The first cat we had is a pregnant female visiting over for a lunch. Then she gave birth to another female kitten, that also become pregnant in less than a year. Thus become the beginning of the never ending-evil cat biogeocycle.
A street cat is an uncivilised creature. they prone to bring disease and uncute hunter nature. We don’t even intends to gave them overpriced vaccines, they’re just too many. Handling cat foods was a trouble, let alone cat dirts.
Even so they really enhance the liveliness of our home. Cuteness of a cat justifies every bad things in the world. I am infatuated, i’ve forgotten how a life without cat taste like.
Cat birth rate is dreadful. Cats overpopulated the house. When I past my highschool life they number doubled ours, my life was infaded by cats.
Everyday was a hellish loop of cat treating. I feed them breakfast and dinner when not even I had breakfast at those times. Come weekend was my date with cat sh*ts.
Maybe because we live with cat for too long, the housepeople started to became as uncivilised as a cat. Everything turns into chaos, be it our house, be it our life. They just couldn’t careless anymore. I get the feeling like i am the only one who survive this insanity.
The others give up sooner than me. Well,they don’t even gave many helps from the start but now they ignore me and my cats almost completly. Including one particular person who starts this all, is blinded by boredom. So am I, blinded by hatred and vengeance. I hated them so much I unconciously keeping a distance. Someone had to sides with the cats.
Just like a microorganism growth rate curve, we not so long ago were on a stagnant phase. And now as we trace down along the death phase some of us had to leave. Two of my big brothers’re freed from the cycle. Some of my good cats leaving on their own, naturally. Some are kicked out. Some i released. Some are dead, inevitably, or not.
Cats are innocent, even when they’re running mad shattering glass and plates. Cats are innocent even when they ruin my bed. Cats are innocent even when they gaze at me. Cats are too innocent to be living such an awful short life, Cats are too innocent to be dead in the hands of human.
My good cat Rufus, Random, Lemon, Zwei, Solembum, Meko, Mocca, were just too innocent i can’t bring myself to let them go.
Watching these cycle of birth and death of cats before me were d*mn mortifying. Having all of those ignorance peoples around me were just…
Sometimes i thought to myself ’ maybe i am only being dramatic’. But later i thought, no, i am normal. Its just them, failed to saw through these cats, failed to spent time with them to feel lost, failed to being gazed right in the eye by those sharp eyes, failed to touched right in the heart by them.
I have to stop this evil cat biogeocycle. I have to release them, they have to taste the feel of freedom. This house is unlike what they think it is, its not a sanctuary, its a cemetery. Can’t you see beneath the ground there’re bones too little for a human bones.
I am, unlike what the think of I was not their savior, i am a murderer. I have to release them, at the very least they would not dead before me, so i wont repent. I am the worst.
I have to release them but I can’t. Those peoples won’t let me. They called me evil for trying to kick these cats out. They playing the protagonist.
I’ve had enough of this. My live had been circled around cats, cat food, cat shit, dead cats. The house is to small i cant even keep my room for myself. I had enough. this house cannot seem to contain me any longer, me and my vengeance, all must be freed.
I am planning a beautiful scene of when i free myself from here.
And now its time to commence the ‘operation moonlit runaway.
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