Some people say that cats can see in to the spirit world. For many years people thought that cats, with their glowing eyes and almost supernatural hearing, were the channels in which evil agencies dwelled. Today science has more or less banished the once prevelent fears humans cherished. That doesn't mean every one likes cats.

My name Is Jacob Jupiter, I am the creation of the scientist Doctor Jupiter. No one knows the name he was given at birth... no one but me. When I was created I was created to be half cat, half human. The choice of when and where I was what has always been, and I hope always will be, mine. It was not long ago when I discovered that I could use my abilities to learn any secret I wanted. I wanted to know what the doctor's real name was. So I turned my self in to a cat and waltzed right in to the record's office.

Funny, but at the time it seemed like a fine idea. I wanted to know some thing, so I went to seek it out. They say curiosity killed the cat. I hate that phrase. Even more so now as I think back to that day.

I had just entered the office and was leasurly making my way to the records when I spotted a stiff backed young man talking on the phone. He was nearly shouting at some one I could only guess was a woman. Possibly a lady friend of his. The topic was about dinner.

It's true that cat's can sense a soul, especially when one is so easily read as his. He was the selfish sort who wanted every thing done just so. Every thing had to be in it's place and he was to be the one to decide where that place was. Perfect man for a job in record keeping. But he made a lousy human being.

I silently crept away from his office space and searched out the record I wanted. Here, in the records building, is a file on every one who is, or ever has been, listed as an employee for the Donner Foundation. Amidst the maticulis orgenazation and spectacular upkeep I found the one file tat would satisfy my most resent muse.

Opening a drawer is hard when you have tiny paws, pulling a file out is even more difficult. But I managed to do both with out risking a transformation. The floor suffered a mess and I a paper cut on my upper lip, but I had done my job and located the file I wanted. Eagerly I jumped to the floor and flipped the folder open. I had scarcely read the name before I hear the door to the file room slammed against the wall. I hurried for a quite place, instinct over powering my curiosity.

He was angry and by the look on his face I could tell he was not the sort who would forgive. He was the kind who wanted every thing his way. One who would fixate and be unmoving in his disitions. Right now he looked as if He had decided that there was some thing very amiss in his life.

Peace is some thing all cats yearn for. The right to lay quietly in the sun, or stretch out in a comfortable safe haven... I wished at that moment that I could vanish like the Cheshire cat. Leave only a grinning smile for the world to see. Yet here I was, trapped in a small room where my research was all over the floor. This, above all his other possible irritations, seemed to be the braking point.

Quick as a man can he had his gun out and aimed in to the room. In a deep and gravely voice he demanded that the intruder show him self. I curled my tail around my trembling legs and swalowed the bile rising in my throat. He slowly grabbed a flashlight that was hanging on his belt and set it atop his gun. Then he slowly entered the room.

Terror is a powerful thing. Even one with solid logic and a cold mind will panic if he is provoked by terror. I can't say I have ever been one completely unified with logic and my mind is rarely cold. Thus I panicked. In one mad leap i dashed for the open door. The man caught sight of me and fired off two rounds. I know one missed...

I can't say I honestly blame the man. His only place where he is in complete control at all times, and thanked for that control, was there in the records building. I came a long then and ruined that. That one place on the world where he could exsersize his complete and utter control.

... I know the other one hit me.

Some people say cat's have nine lives. For many years people thought that cats, with their glowing eyes and almost supernatural hearing, were the channels in which the gods communicated with the living. Today science has more or less banished the once prevalent respect humans cherished. That doesn't mean every one hates cats.

I stumbled but managed to keep running. Some where though, between the door to the out side world and the safety of the apartment complex, I fell. I couldn't yet feel the pain, but I knew it was coming sooner or later.

It just happened to be sooner rather than latter.

I don't know how long I was laying where I was, but I do know it was long enough for the sun to set and the moon to rise. I was cold, and yes, I was frightened. As I lay there, in what amounted to the equivalent of blood (Just what do you call it if it comes from a machine? Lubricant? I must look this up some time.), I wondered what the man must be thinking. He never will find the one who made the mess. I wondered if he would realize that complete control was all ways going to be a waist of effort.

As I wondered my eye lids fell. Just as I was ready to fall asleep I heard foot steps coming towards me. Slowly I reopened my eyes.

A youth and his dog are walking slowly in the dark. The dog's nose is working the ground as if he is hunting for some thing. The boy seems all to content to follow the beast. The dog is a sturdy German Shepard and I can tell by just a glance that he's nervous. The youth seems tense as well.

Some people claim that cats and dogs are enemies. Other's say that when some people fight they fight like 'Cats and Dogs'.

I have to wonder just who these people are. Sertinly no one who works here at Donner foundation.

I can't lift my head, or meow or even manage to call out with my mind. So I lay here and watch. Slowly the dog wanders almost aimlessly as if he's lost. He's not lost, I am. And I'm waiting for him to find me.

The youth looked around as he follows the wandering dog. He's searching as well. But I know he'll never spot me. It's dark and I'm cold. Even if I were warm my fur is soaked and cooled by the now oozing wound.

Some people say that cat's all ways land on their feet. Some people say a cat can see as well in the dark as in the day light. Some people say that if you rub a cat's fur back wards they'll produce sparks. Many times these sayings are true. But there are always exceptions to these rules... if you can call them that.

I fell and landed on my side. My vision is fading and I can't see now in this darkness. And my fur is to damp to Possibly produce a signal spark... It's prity pathetic, if you ask me.

The only saying that seems true to me now is the one about cat's and curiosity... What was that again...? Some thing... about... death...?

“Jake?”

I can't open my eyes. I can't even take a deeper breath to let them know I heard my own name.

I feel a soft nose bump me. A whimper follows. Strong arms are lifting me and I feel them embrace me.

Some people say a boy's best friend is his dog.

You know what? I say some people are wrong. Some people haven't a clue what they are talking about. I say... I say right now the only truth I know about cat's is that they fit nicely in to hugs and that they love to be sniffed by big ugly German Shepherds. That's what I say.