Fabulous, - he murmured in Malela this time and purred. I was waiting for him to give me some advice as last time by the fountain, but he fell asleep again and purred so electrical.
Thou art an antichrist in a world, thou art a ghost lightning fallen from above. Thou come hither just for a shining moment in the centuries and centuries of a routine darkness of this world. Have you come just to say I'm fabulous when I lost all and have no hope?
The kitten was asleep and I answered on his behalf with a purrring voice :
— Who said you were fabulous? But you shall know who you are.
Then I kept silence for a while and continued :
You're hearty, Heady. Hang in there, just as that kitten on posters with office humor.
Then I felt silly and silenced. The kitten angel moved his ears but it was a silence in every direction. He opened one eye and looked at me :
— Hang in there indeed, baby! Follow your heart and head, whatever. Be your heart and be your head. Let them be your wings - your passion and your reason. Isn't it the time to try? Yuga approaches.
A tiny winged kitten stood upon my chest. He ruffled his wings as some sparrow, coughed up a hairball (that was really really cute) and saying "whoareyou, whoareyou, whoareyou" he raised in the air.
You see I'm just learning too. This repetition of "whoareyous" helps my wings to move. One day it was a great dare to start just moving it. But once one has them one gotta learn.
The kitten flew onto my lap, and I sat down on the bed and began to feel my back. But I touched just skinny shoulder blades. I remembered Catyonak saying they were beautiful, while I was always, since my childhood, since being the same skinny boy, embarrassed with them.
Kitten smiled.
— Not now. This time you lost them again, sorry. This time was the most painful, right? I hope you come in such pain no more. "Whoareyou, whoareyou, whoareyou" next time. Next time you feel them grow, spread them with "whoareyous". And there is one more thing : don't let them use you at work next time, okay? And never break your own heart again. Okay? Okay?
I silenced.
— Yes, he's the only one who liked your skinny shoulder blades. But you see if someone loves your wings, this's healthier. It is for a long time. Catyonak cannot love you.
— But I cannot love him too. He wrote me a whole essay that I cannot. But I do.
He flew over and tried to sit upon my shoulder as some parrot upon the pirate's shoulder. But he slipped.
— Your shoulder is sad and hunched, uncomfortable to sit upon. I beseech you to cheer up.
I straightened my back.
The kitten's lips were very close to my ear now. He sucked my earlobe for a while, and then :
— Now listen, - he said and sang into my very ear. It was so sweet and cute, like a Bjork singing Malayalam, and the melody was like a sparkling jewel - always the same and never the same. I believe this song could finish a world war and apocalypse itself once it was sung and heard in this world. And the war and apocalypse of my own world were over. Feels like I was levitating without any wings hanging in with this harmony.
Then I was awakened by your smile, Catyonak.