The Aliens' Pet
She is so strange, do you think she's okay?" a petite clone said to her mate. She didn't look so young. Must be around 150? Her mate would be around the same age. It was fascinating to interact with a clone up so close.
They talked in a rather hushed voice. Now I find it strange that hoomans roam around all on their own and live without owners but given, I am on a strange planet without any idea on how to find my owners let alone get back home, I rather not ask them questions.
"Hey. Are you lost?" said the clone in the furcoat with, expressions full of concern
"I am looking for my owners. In the morning, when I woke up from my usual nap, they weren't in the room, which is very unlike them," I said as a matter of fact. Of course I wasn't gonna tell them just how terrified I was and the need to purr was overwhelming but I was smarter than that.
"You mean, your parents?" the mate looked at me as if I am the one insane here. I wonder why haven't they sent a zap signal to my owners yet.
"Huh. They like to be called that sometimes, yeah. Hey can you please signal my ow_ umm parents to come get me? I think they did install the zapper on me so they could find me," I said taking off my collar.
"It was supposed to be here somewhere. Aha! Found it," I exclaimed, taking a small chip from the inside of my pretty collar that owner gifted me on my last birthday and holding it out in my palm
The mates exchanged a confused look.
"Here. Take it," I said, holding out the rectangular chip.
I was stuck here, on this strange planet, asking the low life clones to help me find my owners? Aren't they supposed to be finding me in the first place?
''Umm sweetie, is there somebody you can call?" pressed the woman. Oh boi. If only I had taken hoomanology classes seriously or it was just that maybe they are just stupid, but I was losing my patience here and probably getting stressed out and I didn't have my yarn ball nearby. I needed by yarn ball.
I needed to find my owners. I need... It's okay. Take a deep breathe. You are stuck on a strange planet they call Earth. There are roaming clones everywhere. Nothing to panic about. It's totally normal for Earth standarsa. You got this. You are smart. Only if she remembered chapter 8 that talked more about interacting with the clones and a little more of their fashion would certainly help at this point.
''Look I just need to find my owners. That's it. If you have a zapper, just signal them and they will pick me up," I tried to reason with them. The sooner I get out of here. The better.
"What's a zapper?" the brunette sounded confused. The male looked rather restless by the way he was running his hands through his hair and shifting on his feet.
''It's a... nevermind," I almost forgot how far behind earth was in their technological environment. That probably just means I am stuck here. But why would my owners leave me here? Without sending a signal I couldn't go home. Where is the damn yarn ball when you need it?
In the back of my mind I heard a few words that sounded like "honey," I think," "pets," and "aliens"
''Sweety, you need to come with us. It's not safe for you here. Are you hungry?" said the woman looking rather concerned and I sure was hungry. I just hoped it was canned food.
''Er, yes. Okay. I think you are right. Where's your ship?" I couldn't probably think about rescuing my owners from whatever they needed to be rescued from on an empty stomach. It is a good idea to go with the clones. I mean, what's the worse that could happen? It would only be for a couple of days, right?
I did indeed eat too much last night. Who knew clones could cook this good? I didn't. I couldn't wait to go back and tell this to my friends! Hmm friends. I miss them. How many days has it been here?
"Honey. I am sure she's a pet. The aliens, or the "owners" she is refering them as, probably abandoned her amidst the war that's going on. It's illegal to capture humans and make more "pets" and she looks like she's been one since a long time. They abandoned her because something is wrong with her" I heared the mates talking in the hallway. Ethically, I shouldn't have eavesdropped but they were certainly talking about me.
I had lost my ability to read the minds of my owners; a skill that is a necessity for our kind to survive and to be more useful for our owners. I was sick and the doctor demanded a lot of currency to fix me. The reality was sinking in and... no, this couldn't be true.
"We need to report this. If this is true, it can be a threat to us," said Honey, as the woman referred to him as last night on multiple occasions. I assumed it was his name.
"They abandoned her. What are the odds they came all the way to another planet just to drop her off? We cannot turn her in. God knows what would the government do to her to negotiate and make a deal with those twisted aliens," said the woman in an anger laced voice. I couldn't just stand here and listen to the filthy, low-life clones insulting my owners like that.
"Excuse me," I started. but before I could get to the door something licked my leg and out of the strangeness of the sensation and the reality check, I shrieked. I half expected my owners to respond and come running to pick me up but I only saw something furry and rather cute looking... something now licking her hands. This was a strange creature and this was something no books on hoomans taugh her.
"Hey! Are you okay?," the couple bursted into my room, well it was technically theirs. What kind of question was that anyway? I had a strange creature licking my leg with something that felt like a wet sandpaper. How in the Planet X was this "okay?"
"I... There's something under my bed and it licked my leg with something that felt like a sandpaper," I started but stopped when I noticed horrified expression on the woman's face.
"Honey, look Fluffy's here. We have been looking for him," said the man holding the creature in his arms.
"Oh thank god. I thought it was a monster," sighed the woman rather relieved.
"Looked like a monster to me," I whispered under my breathe and the woman was visibly confused now.
The first instinct was to ask if both of them were names Honey but it was very strange.Talk about strange things though. I have had the dose of "strange" for an eternity. Gee, thanks.
With that, the couple shared a meaningfull look and the man left the room, carrying the meowing monster along with him. I also realised that I must be purring; the probable reason why the man left. Chapter 3 said the clones find that weird.
"What was that?" I inquired, trying to calm my nerves down. Familiarity and knowing about things calmed my nerves down.
"That was our cat, Fluffy," replied Also Honey.
"Cat?" I was confused mostly because it was yet another thing the books never mentioned. Oh boi if ain't I having an experience of a lifetime time right now.
"Yeah. With a "C." Like a pet?" she replied hesitantly.
"A pet? Like me?" I asked, with a strange feeling of "sinking" deep within my chest. This was rather new. A Kat? Like my name? But with a C.
"You are really not from here, are you? You are with... the," she stopped and looked at me softly.
"Aliens? Yeah I am a pet and you are a clone," I started feeling myself growing agitated or maybe it was my defense mechanism kicking in reponse to the the gravity of the situation and what that might mean for my own existence.
"I know this must be hard for you but they are not coming back. We think they abandoned you and..."
And there it was. What I feared the most. The last visit to the vet was enough to make me realise something was wrong but I wanted to deny it so bad.
"the owners decided to put me down and send me over the rainbow bridge," I completed her sentence feeling like my world just ended.
A few years on Earth made me look at life so differently and unlearn so much about the hooman world and the planet Earth in general.
I learnt that average hooman age is around 60 so I wrongly guessed their ages when I first met them. I learnt that neither of their names was "Honey."
I also learnt about the atrocities committed by both, the alien and the hooman race and that my kind was the reason.
Turned out the hoomans weren't the clones. And trust me when I say this; it's extremely hard to digest when you realise you were just an alien equivalent of Fluffy the Cat with a C.
Sometimes I wonder if my owne_ I mean the aliens could have been a little more creative in naming me. Like "Kat" is a bit too obvious, no?
I should have known but there was no way. They protected their atrocities well, but I wasn't exactly a hooman and my existence wasn't important to them. What do ethics and morals, both hooman and alien say about that? Where do you draw a line?
If this was afterlife, I was at least happy... being free and not living my life as a "pet" for aliens. I also realized Fluffy the Cat and I shared a few similarities or maybe I was confitionco into it.
The only thing I miss from my past life is my yarn ball. Sometimes I wonder where my friends are; the friends who were made to cross the rainbow bridge too and if I'll ever see them. Turned out the earth is huge. Not as huge as planet X but still pretty huge.
The hooman neighbours sometimes look at Fluffy The Cat and say they wished to be a cat but do they, really? Do you?