Clandestine Memorandum

           I have yet to discover for what purpose I have been relocated with my lady to a peculiar environment. My lady has been issued an alien identification card by the governing authorities. I am coming to believe that my being here has more to do with her circumstances than my own.  If this is not the case I have generated four possible theories as to what could have brought us to Korea.

After much postulation I have not ruled out the possibility that we are indeed fleeing the authorities in our own country.  My lady, forgive my saying so, may have acted upon some unlawful conduct. Or have I? Inconceivable. I am an upstanding and respected citizen, as was she.. I confess! My behavior is not exemplary. I took provisions, a sandwich to be precise, from the hands of a child. Is this my retribution? I will feign moroseness in that case, I have taken a liking to my lot. I relish the hot floor, and close quarters. My lady is present more often than not and this is unusual. House arrest perhaps?

           My second supposition is improbable but a possibility nonetheless. Science is the suspect. I am exploring the concept that my lady and I are partaking in an involuntary scientific procedure, an experiment. The study could be measuring the adaptability of creatures in unknown environments. Contemplate the various conditions I have been subjected to: futuristic modes of transportation, species intolerance, innovative foodstuffs, language barriers, and various longitude transitions. I doubtfully will produce insightful results.

           Thirdly I have imagined the feasibility that I am on a mission. Perhaps it will be revealed that it is my task to debrief a leader figure about some information that I have yet to receive. Granted I may be best suited for the errand, I should have been properly propositioned. They must have heard about my cunning, swiftness, dexterity, and tenacity. I don’t condemn efforts to recruit my aptitude. I often wonder about the destitute felines that crouch near rubbish heaps throughout the country. Perchance my mission is to act as their savior.

           Lastly I meditate on the practicability that this is a dream or a hallucination. It is quite possible that I am under the influence of anesthetic while I have my jowls cleansed of odorous debris and that I will awake any moment back at home. When I wake from this reverie of sorts, I am hopeful it will be springtime.