LOG 1
The other day I was hiking in the forest, going from Allerton to Chelford, and decided to go to Druid’s Hollow while I was at it, which is a landmark signaled in the guides.
Anyway I had greatly underestimated the time it would take to go on foot from Allerton to Chelford, and the sun started to set, which is never a good thing when you’re hiking in a forest you don’t know, but I knew that Druid’s Hollow was straight before me, and there was a dirt road from there to a bridge across the river, and then it was a ten minutes jog to the Morgan Farm camping, so even if I couldn’t find my way to Chelford before the night, I knew there would be people to ask for a ride there or at least a phone to call a taxi not that far from where I was.
The moon was full which might have contributed to the spooky atmosphere, but as I saw the gigantic oaks that formed Druid’s Hollow from afar, I started hearing meowings. Like, much more meowings than cats normally use, I should know, I’ve spent my childhood taking care of cats, both wild and pets, and wild cats generally dont meow if not to kittens. But anyway, I keep going, because, hey, wild cats or not, I’ve got to go there to take the dirtroad to Morgan Farm.
And when I set foot on Druid’s Hollow... there were at least fifty cats, including four on a big rock in the middle. That was... well, Spooky to say the least. But also, there was something about those cats. They all stopped meowing and stared at me. They were... I don’t know how to express it. First thing, they were bigger than any normal wild cats I ever saw. Secondly, they seemed way smarter than normal cats, and normal cats are already smart enough. And thirdly, one of the cats had a completely crooked jaw, an injury no cat would survive in nature, but it was fine and well here, like it had been healed, and sorry but even veterinaries would have trouble healing such an injury - I should know, I interviewed quite a lot during my studies.
So anyway I ran away but I had hesitated too long to pick my thesis subject (I’m a major in nature preservation) and I only have one week left to chose. So I’m pretty sure I’m going to come back there. For research purposes.
I’m writing a thesis on those weird cats.
