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Stolen, Symba, Solace.

I remember stumbling into a cluttered gallery of sorts. The colors that were prominent to me were reds grays and flecks of a yellow green. I wandered up a disheveled stair case to a room that was stacked with all kinds of art. On round table with a floral table cloth in the center of the room was a display of art. When I walked towards it I realized that it was art on the medium I have recently discovered. A medium that is basically unheard of. A medium that when I saw someone else had ripped it off of me,... well I was livid.
I immediately got the art director of the gallery and began to rant about the art she was displaying. I proved to her that I was the first to come up with it, and she called the girl who ripped it off of me. Her name was Casey. She was a mix of a Casey I knew in highschool and a Casey I met in massage school. Both being brunette and easily overweight they blended perfectly into one another. The art Casey created was shit and was thrown out immediately when the director realized that what I created was more real, and Casey not being an artist was simply trying to steal something innovative and make money off of it.

Out of fear of someone beginning to create something similar I am not going to share what this new medium is. Although I know that is not what art is about.. I simply don't want my parade to be rained on before I get a gallery show with my new discovery.

Once Casey's art was in the trash I saw 2 of my new medium that were blank and the director went to throw them in the trash as well. I contested. I was able to take them with me.

I am back at my apartment. I hear meowing. I can't find a cat anywhere. Is Mooder in my apartment? Did he sneak in when I wasn't looking? (neighborhood cat of sorts) Although Mooder is nowhere to be seen Symba appears... but still as a kitten, as small as Jack first introduced him to me through Skype. I hold him and immediately bring him to the kitchen to help stop him from his excessive meowing (I learned from Mood this usually means that they are hungry) I feed this tiny kitten Symba a bowl of food with lots of warm water to help him chew and digest.

I remember nothing else.

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