Notes: sorry bout the wait, computer started crashing on start up and then my internet was down the next day after I had finally fixed it, and only got fixed today. also, sorry in advance for the shortness.


    Day 7 (Continued)


    What surprised me most was the appearance of my mother. She was...


    A cat.


    ....


    And no, by cat I do not mean lions and tigers (and bears oh my =P), but a regular house cat.


    Well, regular might not be the best word based on appearance alone she was quite the magnificent cat. She had a beautiful, sleek, blue-silver fur, and dark silver eyes.


    (She looked something like this </a>)


    Of course, the surroundings of lush cushions, as well as several other fancy cat climber house thingies did make it much more apparent that we were not regular cats, unless all regular cats get a room in a castle.


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    I only know its a castle because I can see through the window a bit from our current position, and i see what looks to be a wall, and maybe a lookout tower, or the roof of one. Seems we are some spoiled cats, not that I am going to complain.


    However, I have solved at least one mystery, or well guessolved, but many more have just taken its place.


    My theory is because a cat doesn''t have sentience, and only follows instincts; no matter how much cat lovers disagree. Therefore since I am sentient I have direct control over everything, well as much control as anyone who was just born a cat.


    The thing is, souls aren''t suppose to be reborn in a non-sentient creature, no matter how cute or cuddly it is. I have never once heard of it.


    Oh well, I am getting tired so I''ll just exercise a bit, now that I can see, eat, and then go to bed.