Kit Kat's Adventures in the Outer Realms
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"She's dreaming again." Kit Kat's fuzzy front paws convulsed; her nose and whiskers twitched in tandem. A faint "meh" escaped her mouth in her cat dialect. Soon Kit Kat would wake up suddenly and meow. She needed a lap after these naps for her to purr and contemplate with eyes half-closed.
But Kit Kat was not dreaming. Not in the typical sense - she was astral projecting, which is a state of deep mesmerism where the energetic parts temporarily leave the fleshy parts. This energy, or astral body, can travel to other places, times, or dimensions. Occasionally, humans can achieve the necessary state of deep mesmerism required for astral travel, but cats do this as a matter of routine.
Kit Kat certainly had her usual astral haunts - Soppyfields, where the cream flows in great rivers under the mountains. Or Cordiadian, where the long, low-hanging tree leaves sway seductively in the balmy breeze.
But these were not Kit Kat's favorite. Her most visited dimension was Capperloo. She was a giant in this place. The inhabitants are bell-shaped creatures, two inches tall, and moved about the smoothly polished land by what can only be described as a "foot-tongue." What draws Kit Kat here is that the Capperlooians reminded her of a favorite toy from the Earthly plane - the plastic cover for the floor bolts on the contraption that the humans use to shit and piss. In her waking hours on Earth, she loved slapping at this bit of plastic over the smooth tile floors, listening to it clatter and bounce.
In Capperloo, the ground was slick, whether in the Wavel Forest, Dynaroon highlands, or the Soediodoe expanse. How could Kit Kat resist this place where the toilet-bolt-cover shaped natives clattered and bounced as easily as her toy on Earth.
Each Capperlooian's outer coating was perfectly matched to the two-meter environment of it's micro-orb. One is a deep iridescent green to match their micro-orb in the Wavel forest. Another is so matte black that it's nearly a black hole absorbing all color to disappear in the sooty waterfalls of the Dynaroon highlands.
Despite their near-flawless camouflage, Kit Kat had no trouble finding a Caperlooian by their slow lumbering slide across the polished ground. A wild swipe would bring Kit Kat's paw across the diminutive Capperlooian shell. Off it would fly into the micro orb of its neighbor, bouncing a couple of times before coming to rest. Pouncing quickly and in a single bound, Kit Kat would lay her paws on the creature, fling it into the air, and bat it into the next micro orb.
This caused a great deal of chaos on Capperloo since the inhabitants are unaccustomed to moving out of their micro orbs. If Kit Kat removed one too far from their home orb, they would never make it back to their home, choosing instead to expire where they land.
Of course, Kit Kat was indifferent to the Capperlooian's misfortunes. She only wanted to revel in the hunt of the little toilet caps. When Kit Kat was in a frenzy, she would "yeowelloo" with all her breath to summon other hunters to her. But this is where she usually snapped back to the earthly plane. Her slave-humans heard only a stifled meow as she woke up with a jerk, and Kit Kat searched for the nearest lap.