My name is Opalescence.
At least that is what the White One calls me. She doesn’t know my true name—and she never will. My true name was given to me by the one I call Mother, and is to be kept secret, as recorded in the books of Bastet. To reveal this name to a non-feline would be catastrophic.
I dwell in a place where objects are made to be placed on the bodies of the large creatures. I do not comprehend why they need these since I see them day by day with nothing on. Either way, my domain is here and I reign supreme.
At least I would, but the White One seems to forget her place—frequently. She believes she is in charge and will force things upon me; like holding items to help with the body coverings, retrieving items or putting a small covering on me at one time. It is unacceptable!
She thinks I misbehave, or am untamed—the cretin. She merely needs to be put back in her place. Yet the White One never learns. At least the Little White One, who is obviously the White One’s kin, learned her place. She stepped out of line once, but only once. She has since been well-behaved.
The White One’s role as a servant is to be seen and not heard, yet she transgresses this frequently. She is always making sounds and is very unpleasant. True, there are times when I pity her; but they are very few, and I always return to my rightful status.
Mother always taught me that you cannot rely on other creatures. I am beginning to understand what she meant. The White One often takes me to a large green area to “play” with the animals brought by other large creatures. When this first happened, I was intrigued. I thought that I might gain allies and put these large creatures down in their rightful place. I was quickly disappointed.
The biggest offender is the Canine, brought by the Orange One. The Canine has ignored the natural order and serves the large creatures; she even plays with them. It is most unbecoming. The Canine is also very distracted. If a stick or the bouncing round object is brought into view, the canine looses all focus except for those items. They are then thrown and she pursues them. What is worse is that she brings the item back and continues the process.
I would never demean myself to such a state or be distracted by mere objects. I know what you’re thinking; “what about the yarn, cat toys or little red light?” Well let me tell you. It is only fitting that the White One bestows me such gifts to amuse me; but once there novelty is gone, I leave them to rot. As for the elusive red insect—I WILL CAPTURE THE INFERNAL CREATURE AND MAKE SURE THAT IT DIES A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!
Ahem, but I digress.
The Tortoise is almost as bad as the Canine. He is the newest member of this group, as brought by the Colorful one. He seemed to go in the right direction by having the Colorful One give him a device so he could fly. But he is just like the Canine in that he only wishes to please the Colorful One.
The Nocturnal Avian also displeases me. His talents are wasted in the service of the Purple one. Other than that, there is nothing I can say about him.
I initially had high hopes for the Alligator as he appears to be a cool and calculating creature waiting to strike. However I soon learned that there was nothing behind that unreadable look. His mind is as blank as his face. The Pink One seems to think that he is most expressive and energetic. She is mistaken, but her error is not surprising considering the stupidity of the large creatures. Basically the Alligator is useless to me since he doesn’t even have teeth or any form of fierceness to him.
The only one that shows any promise is the Rabbit. Unfortunately, he seems to shift wildly from being demanding for the service of the Yellow One to trying to help and serve the Yellow one himself. He is unpredictable and therefore unreliable. However, he has access to other animals that I might persuade to join my cause.
Frequently, I am given that chance and travel to the Rabbit’s dwelling. Many animals occupy this space and are all served by the Yellow One. Officially, I am there to be groomed by the Yellow One. However, my true purpose is to speak with these animals in order to convince them to rise above the large creatures, putting them in servitude. Unfortunately, they do not seem to heed my words—the fools. I must keep trying though. Once I convince them, then the entire world will be in our paws.
The White One seems amazed that I seem to be “better behaved” when I’m with the Yellow One—what an idiotic servant! Any change in my attitude is due to the Yellow One being a far superior servant to the White One. The Yellow One knows her place most of the time. She still has the unfortunate tendency to believe she can order the animals around. But it is intriguing how she does it. The Yellow One will open her eyes wide and stare at the animal, and they listen to what she says. I need to learn this technique. Therefore, I will put the Yellow One under closer observation.
One amusing tale that I’ve learned during one of my visits involved another avian that was very sick. This Avian seemed to refuse all treatment that the Yellow One had to offer. Apparently she died by being set on fire after running around in her bad health. Serves her right! While I do support being strict with my servant in the care that I get, I would never exhaust myself to death. It is a dangerous world and only the fittest survive. That is what my Mother taught me.
Perhaps Mother is right. I can only rely on myself. These animals don’t seem to listen. The only ones I can trust completely are other felines. But even they can stab you in the back if you’re not constantly vigilant. The Pink One once mentioned that the White One could bring more felines into my domain. If this is to happen it could prove to be my downfall. Being the Alpha is not a guarantee; and the White One will no doubt shirk in her duties to me more than she already does now.
No, I shall not let this come to pass. I will be the lone ruler in this place of coverings for the large creatures. I may not bring forth a revolution, but I can keep my place here with my two servants: the White One and the Little White One (when she is here). The large creatures shall serve me, the feline known as Opalescence.
Author's Note
Yep, I made a one-shot about the rather stereotypical evil/diabolical cat, but it was just too fun not to write. I hope you enjoyed it.
