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Current Date: May 9, 2024
Character: Moyra Saelen
Race: Human
Age: 49
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
I know that cats have somehow survived the snow. I don’t know if it was because there were some in the bunker though that seems unlikely, or if somehow, they found a spot deep enough in the earth, in a cave, or just somewhere, where they waited out the cold, but they survived. I’m not about to say that we’re overrun, but there are quite a few cats roaming around the hub and I don’t know why, but every now and again, I wonder to myself what would happen to them again if we were to have to either go back into the bunkers or, even more foolish is that thought, but have to take to the stars.
I mean, that’s pure fantasy at this point—the idea of taking to the stars—and there’s no reason why we would have to go back into the bunker, from what information we’re still given about the general weather from the one or two satellites still somehow floating out there in space.
I’ve seen dogs too, that one surprised me. Not because I would have expected dogs to survive any less than cats if it came down to it, but these were big dogs and I truly have absolutely no idea as to how any type of survival happened on any of them. The bigger the dog, the shorter the life, I’ve known this since I was a wee lass, and it might be why I’ve never been a fan of owning a dog. That would be one of the few reasons but still.
I saw a small group of children earlier just trying to understand what it was that they were looking at, from my spot, I don’t know that I would have been able to tell either, but it did look like a cat if I’m honest. A strange, possibly mutated—not in a bad way, I’d say—cat, but still just a cat. They weren’t touching it, though, just sort of standing in a semi-circle around it and talking in surprisingly quiet tones.
It reminded me of some of the kids I used to take care of at the daycare. They were young but they were spirited and there were days when I wasn’t sure how I was ever supposed to handle them and their boundless energy. It’s been decades at this point, but there is one morning that I do remember; this mother of two would drop her boys off with us at eight o’clock sharp. Not a minute early, not a minute late. Always eight o’clock. Except for that one morning and as she came in, a whole five minutes late, she was shaking her head, looking clearly exasperated.
She half-explained that the boys had been fighting over a stray dog, of all things. That she’d looked away for all of a single—or five—second, just enough to get something from the car before she could get them settled in and lo and behold, she turned back around, they were fighting over a stray dog that scampered away pretty dang quick once both boys were suitably distracted from it.
All I could do on that day was just smile at her, tell her that it was all right, that five minutes was not the end of everything—I’ve learned early on to not use the statement of things not being the end of the world—and that she could pick them up at her usual time and there would be no problems in the long run. We could even cut that five minutes off from her fee—a minimal amount but it seemed to make her happy.
She was early picking up those very kids, as though another five removed from a nearly ten-hour day would change the final fee at the end of that day. Not that we argued with her, the woman was fairly set in her ways and that’s all there was to it in the end.
I’m a little curious about the dogs that I’ve seen. Though it’s been some time since I’ve seen any and I wonder if they’ve all just aged and passed on. That would be a bit sad; especially if there were no others but I’m not about to go around, asking people if they know anything about it. If I see them again, I will, if I don’t, there are plenty of cats that people have been trying to domesticate all over again to pet and relax with.
Not that I’ve ever been much of a cat person either, I couldn’t really when I was growing up and between Lauren and the boys when she came back into my life, a pet never really happened and I think that it’s not such a bad thing, in the end.