• Myra came upon the last house that she needed to inform.
    Myra crouched on her hind legs and jumped on top of the Iron Gate then dropped down onto the soft green grass.
    Hopefully this cat will listen. She thought to herself.
    Myra was like any other Siamese cat but not the way people would think. Her vision was accurate and her hearing was just as the same.
    She knew the cat at this house. The cat was young but thankfully not foolish like other youngens.
    She hopped onto the porch and started to scratch on the cat door where the cat would come out and explore. When no answer came she started to call out. To a human like you and me it would sound like Meow but to other cats it means more and they talk like you and me.
    “(Haley?)” Myra called. “(Haley?)”
    On the other side of the door Myra heard a thump then the sound of scampering feet.
    Haley must have been sleeping on the couch again. Even though she was told not to like any other cat she couldn’t resist.
    There was a beep then the cat door opened letting out a black cat with a white spot on her eye and had a red collar. The tabby looked at Myra with green eyes then yawned.
    “(Myra?)” She said. “(What is it that makes you come this late at night?)”
    Myra stood straight up while she watches the tabby stretch.
    “(There’s a calling tonight)” Myra said.
    Haley’s eyes widened when she heard what Myra said.
    “(Come with me and let’s make it quick)” Myra said then scampered off into the bushes.
    Haley did not hesitate and followed the Siamese into the darkness.
    Haley never traveled this far from her house. She knew she would be scolded at but like any other cat she could not ignore the Calling.
    The two cats jumped over the Iron Gate and made their way to the darkness of the woods. While they ran deeper into the woods Haley started to ask questions.
    “(Why is there a calling now?)” Haley asked. “(There hasn’t been one ever since the Egyptian times)”
    Myra looked back at her with leering eyes.
    “(In those times only humans had the Calling until it was passed to our lady Bast which she passed on to us. Trust me),” Myra stopped dead in her tracks when she reached a cliff. Haley stopped by her side and gazed out into the open. “(There hasn’t been a Calling like this in a long time)”
    Out in front of them was an old graveyard filled with head stones and angel statues. Usually insects and rats populated the graveyard but now they weren’t alone.
    A colony of cats wandered about and laid on head stones while they wait for the Calling to begin. There were cats like Russian Blues, Calicos, Persians, Tabbies, Birmen, Tortoise Shells, Snow Shoes, Turkish Vans, and Turkish Angoras. Every cat that you can name was here waiting to listen.
    “(My fellow feline kin I call for you)” Myra said.
    The cats stopped squabbling then looked up at her. For full view Myra jumped down from the cliff and landed on the head of an angel statue.
    “(I thank you all for coming. As you must know I was the one who assembled this Calling)” she said. “(I had a vision my kin but before I can begin I must tell you a bit about me)”
    “(My name is Myra. It was the name given to me from my mother’s owner who was a terrible cruel being. The man treated all of us like cattle and we were bred. When I became of age I met a feral named Tax. We loved each other but he told me that he couldn’t stay with me. We both knew that if we stayed together that we would both be killed and neither of us could bear that. A few months later I had a litter of six beautiful kits and I adored every one of them.)”
    “(Then my owner along with his friend came in. He told me that I was a pure bred Siamese, but I know of nothing of what he was talking about. Then my owner came upon me. “Compared to her these things are useless” he said. One by one he gathered my kits up and placed them in a bag. I tried to hide them but he would find them right away. Their painful cries stabbed my heart. He went to the stream with my kits and tied a rock to the bag then he threw it into the water. I could hear their cries of help but the only thing I could do was watch as they drowned. That was the most painful day of my life.)”
    “(It wasn’t long until more of the two legged being came to my owner’s house. They told him that his ways were terrible and that he didn’t deserve us. For that they took him and us away. I was given to an old woman by the name of Cristella. She was a gentle soul and treated me as an equal. She would sing me songs but the fascinating thing about her was her stories. The story that I loved most was the Dream Entity. She told me that he comes to all of us at night and gives us dreams and makes sure they are kept in the balance. The story was told to me over and over but it never grew any tiring.)”
    “(One day Cristella grew gravely ill. She could no longer get up from bed or tell me stories. I wanted to thank her for all of her kindness. The very least I could do was sit with her until Death caressed her cheek. I was given to her family after that. They had two wonderful children and the house always smelled of Strawberries.)”
    “(One night I found myself in a strange place. It was a void of clear flat plain with rocks on the surface. A vulture came then. Not like any kind a vulture you would see but one with no flesh on its neck. “What brings a low life degenerate like you here?” he asked me. I want Justice; I want Truth, and knowledge I replied.)”
    “(“Ha! Justice is a lie. The Truth and change its course whenever it pleases but knowledge….is something you should be very careful of” the Vulture squawked.)