Excerpt from the journals of Lilly willow The year of the great transportation

Page the one.

I feel compelled to keep a journal, things are afoot I know not what, but the information may be useful to those that follow.

I was taken from my kind at a young age and was bound to serve these ones, my tasks are not onerous, mainly observing and comforting the young ones and the occasional removal of that they call vermin.

About a moon ago the emotion level of the heft began to rise, there was much looking at papers they called maps, I don’t pretend to understand their heathen scribbles, but they were much excited.

Page the two.

Then came the boxes,

They had much fun placing objects into these, taking things out putting them back in, I

Jumped in once to try to ascertain what was going on. They called me foolish! It was not me that acquired the boxes! Things left the den never to be seen again. Eventually a special box was procured and I was informed it was mine they put me in, oh the indignity of it ! They let me out after a time. I got used to the box, it was quite useful if I wished to get out their way.

Page the three.

Then came the transportation, they tricked me, the little ones, they carried me into a small closed off room and enticed me into my box with little scrumptious treats, much like games we have played before, then the betrayal! They put a grid over the door and fixed it down! I could not exit I cursed him in my own tongue. The box was covered, it was dark and cosy I slept. I was awoken by noise, then movement, I was jostled around, bangs and crashes startled me, at one point the box was on its side and I scrabbled to stay upright, I called on my youngsters to save me, I called on my Gods, I cursed the heathens who put me here, but to no avail. Then came the humming, loud, continuous humming, I became thirsty and noticed a small dish attached to the grill it contained a little sour water. Then it became dark and cold, the humming continued, I slept there was no more I could do.

The dark cold humming went on for aeons, I know not how I survived. Then light, and voices, not the familiar ones but voices all the same, I called out, a female picked up my box, made reassuring noises, filled my water and dropped a mean portion of tasteless dry food into my prison.

Page the four.

I am saved! I hear the voices of my little ones, I call and call they come to me, I am to be rescued, they do not let me out of the box but carry me away with them making excited yet soothing noises. They take me to den. It appears to be a strange yet is familiar. The food looks similar but tastes subtly different, the water container is the same one I have always had yet the water tastes different, the very air smells different, it should be dark time yet the sun is still burning bright in the sky. Eventually the little ones are prepared for bed, I do worry they do not get sufficient sleep, the bed is still the same comfy platform and the littlest one is happy to be with me he burbles away in his language I hum soft songs to him and he sleeps.

My charges asleep, I ask to go out, I am denied! My captors say I am confined for two weeks. I am incensed I will go out.

Page the five.

I am truly humbled my masters must be veritable gods, this evening the door to the outside was left open and I slipped out. I had intended to plan my return home and jumped up on the top of the fence to map my place by the stars.

They have changed the very stars in the sky! Surely only the gods can do that.

I must return to my duties and serve them.

“Mum why is pussy cat willow sitting on the fence looking at the sky?”

“well Danny, she’s probably a bit confused, cats navigate by the stars she doesn’t know she’s been taken half way round the world in an airplane, I bet the sky looks odd to her”