Kit BashirI was homeless when the Cat Distribution System recruited me. Camped under a bridge alongside the old canal, I shared my food and blanket with some homeless kittens.
“You’re a good person” a voice said.
I startled and clutched my blanket, backing up against the concrete.
“Sorry to startle you. I’m here to offer you a job”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
The stranger indicated the kitten nose-down in a nearly empty tuna can. “I’ve seen what i need to see.”
“What’s the job? I won’t do evil.”
“Kitten smuggling. We get them to a safe country, find them homes. Subsided accommodation but a lot of travel.”
That was six months ago. If you’re on a train, plane or suborbital and you see a kitten poking its nose out of a human or augmented human’s jacket, no you didn’t.
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