The story about a cat 2

Anyway, let’s call her Maome, no reason.

“You want to take a walk?” Maome asked.
Cool, I like walk.
“Sure, why not.”

We walked toward south not knowing where we were going.
“So where is your home?”
I tried to give her a precise answer and explanation. I used to live around my school, but it’s not my home. Now I stay in a cheap apartment in Queens, but it’s not my home either.
“I think I belong nowhere.”

New York City is a good place to take a walk. Don’t try to dispute with me. Admit it, with all kind of noise, dirty pavement, smelly air, rude people, bums, taxi and truck, New York City gives you the most surprising street adventures. Don’t you think it’s amazing when you see a chair just right in the middle of the road?

“I understand.” Maome said.
“I am not sure where I am from and what I’ve missed. But this problem is not even a problem. As a cat, I have to accept my destiny and to give way to human being. Whatsoever, I am free.” She sounded like insecure for a very short bit.
I sighed.
“Don’t sigh. You are losing your fortune.” Maome said.

Walking in the city you need to be careful. You must know how to decode information. Countless messages have been trying to be sent to you every second. Basically, you are in a nonstop process of brainwashing everyday till you are buried.

I am all lost in the supermarket.
I can no longer shop happily.
I came in here for the special offer.
A guaranteed personality.

I was singing The Clash.

We stopped at Union Square, one of the most dynamic place in the city.
One guy was making a speech against Bush and Iraq War while I was lighting one Camel Light. Another one leaning on the kiosk was trying to persuade people how good socialism is. A group of teenagers was playing skateboards and one apparently threw an early celebration for Halloween wearing Buddha and Jesus mix and match.

We played Bingo in the class.
While the professor was talking about how to transfer the data into 3-dimentions information database to storage intelligence for tapping out consumer behaviors which is able to utilize the technology to analyze the market, we were playing Bingo under the table.
However, instead of numbers, we used people’s names.
Participation is a critical part of our grades. Through this system, you can observe different types of people and understand human being’s inherent competitiveness and laziness.
So the game was simple. You put any classmates’ names in the matrix and crossed them out when they said something, usually bullshit.
Of course there was strategy in this game. It depended on how you knew your classmates well and what everyone’s concentration was. There was one guy who talked in every course. His name was always reserved for the center spot in everyone’s playbook.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” I asked.
“I don’t eat fish.” Maome answered as if nothing was truer than this.
“What?” I want to make sure I didn’t hear wrong.
“I don’t eat seafood.”
“What?” I became a little surprised.
“I say I don’t eat anything from the sea.”

I began to like her.