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Somewhere in Clover Town, across some stone bridge, an average black cat was hanging off the side above a shallow stream. Also on the bridge were three large dogs looking over the bridge and down at the cat with an obliviousness that can only be found in a canine. How exactly did this cat, the God of Memories, an ethereal spirit worshipped by many, end up in such a laughable situation? It was actually very simple.
"What? Go away! Shoo! Shoo! I don't want to play with you three!" Mnemosyne shooed them away with their paw, sitting on a brick popping out from a building on a side street. Below them was none other than three large dogs, eagerly barking and admiring the black feline from below. The way their tails wagged and their tongues hung out their mouth made it clear that they were looking for a furry friend as fuzzy as Mnemosyne themself. Unfortunately for them, the cat didn't want anything to do with a creature that didn't know when to stop or how. Even after Mnemo's clear disinterest in the dogs, they continued to insist on their interest. So much so that they even began to howl at them and lean on the wall before them to get closer.
The noise was becoming unbearably obnoxious, as noise would often do, and Mnemosyne couldn't stand for it any longer! "What a buzzkill!" droned the cat, "I have things to do, so I'll be leaving! Buh-bye!"
After that, Mnemosyne hopped from ledge to ledge to escape them, but the three dogs managed to keep up from the streets. Although mildly irritating, there was something entertaining about being chased by three dumb dogs from a safe distance, so the pursuit continued for about another minute until the four of them had reached a bridge connecting one side of Clover Town to the other side. Hopping down the from the ledge and onto the stone railing of the bridge, Mnemosyne casually sat down and looked over the calm waters.
"Give it a rest, won't you? Chill out! This is why I—" Mnemosyne started, but was cut short when one especially eager dog had abruptly hopped up into the air and barked just behind the cat, which in turn, startled Mnemosyne enough to send them up in the air and over the ledge just enough that the only way they could stay grounded was to hang onto the side, "—HATE DOGS!"
So there they were, the God or Goddess of Memories, heavenly spirit worshipped by many even today, hanging over a shallow stream as if they were hanging onto that ledge for dear life. If you haven't seen a black cat go pale, this was certainly the first time. They wiggled and clawed into the stone as they slowly but surely were beginning to make their way to their wet demise. Well, demise might have been an overstatement. The stream was shallow enough to fall into it at that height completely unharmed. However, if countless years in their immortal lives had taught them anything, it was that living as a cat made it inevitable that the dislike for water would come eventually. And boy, did it come.
Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God! Is this how I die?! Me?! I hate dogs! I hate them!! thought the cat, wiggling frantically over the ledge while the three dogs responsible for this were obliviously hopping up and down in place so they could see their furry friend "play".
Somewhere in Clover Town, across some stone bridge, an average black cat was hanging off the side above a shallow stream. Also on the bridge were three large dogs looking over the bridge and down at the cat with an obliviousness that can only be found in a canine. How exactly did this cat, the God of Memories, an ethereal spirit worshipped by many, end up in such a laughable situation? It was actually very simple.
Two minutes before
"What? Go away! Shoo! Shoo! I don't want to play with you three!" Mnemosyne shooed them away with their paw, sitting on a brick popping out from a building on a side street. Below them was none other than three large dogs, eagerly barking and admiring the black feline from below. The way their tails wagged and their tongues hung out their mouth made it clear that they were looking for a furry friend as fuzzy as Mnemosyne themself. Unfortunately for them, the cat didn't want anything to do with a creature that didn't know when to stop or how. Even after Mnemo's clear disinterest in the dogs, they continued to insist on their interest. So much so that they even began to howl at them and lean on the wall before them to get closer.
The noise was becoming unbearably obnoxious, as noise would often do, and Mnemosyne couldn't stand for it any longer! "What a buzzkill!" droned the cat, "I have things to do, so I'll be leaving! Buh-bye!"
After that, Mnemosyne hopped from ledge to ledge to escape them, but the three dogs managed to keep up from the streets. Although mildly irritating, there was something entertaining about being chased by three dumb dogs from a safe distance, so the pursuit continued for about another minute until the four of them had reached a bridge connecting one side of Clover Town to the other side. Hopping down the from the ledge and onto the stone railing of the bridge, Mnemosyne casually sat down and looked over the calm waters.
"Give it a rest, won't you? Chill out! This is why I—" Mnemosyne started, but was cut short when one especially eager dog had abruptly hopped up into the air and barked just behind the cat, which in turn, startled Mnemosyne enough to send them up in the air and over the ledge just enough that the only way they could stay grounded was to hang onto the side, "—HATE DOGS!"
So there they were, the God or Goddess of Memories, heavenly spirit worshipped by many even today, hanging over a shallow stream as if they were hanging onto that ledge for dear life. If you haven't seen a black cat go pale, this was certainly the first time. They wiggled and clawed into the stone as they slowly but surely were beginning to make their way to their wet demise. Well, demise might have been an overstatement. The stream was shallow enough to fall into it at that height completely unharmed. However, if countless years in their immortal lives had taught them anything, it was that living as a cat made it inevitable that the dislike for water would come eventually. And boy, did it come.
Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh God! Is this how I die?! Me?! I hate dogs! I hate them!! thought the cat, wiggling frantically over the ledge while the three dogs responsible for this were obliviously hopping up and down in place so they could see their furry friend "play".
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