The pussy cat land

A Charles composition.
The pussy cat land.

Prologue.
Having escaped from the island, he was reborn.
He opened his eyes, to find himself in a whole new world.
With a brand new identity.
Charles, in the pussy cat land.

The awakening.
Soaking himself in the comfort of pussy cat land, Charles lived happily....
Until one day, this very day.
Charles was doing just another day of pussy cat work he was tasked with until he saw it.
Past and present collide.
Memories and truths raced towards each other annihilating themselves in flashes.
He remembered his past, the long forgotten past, buried deep within the ashes of subconsciousness.
Revelation dawned upon him.
Pride.
Dignity.
Honour.
Where did they go?
He cried out in misery.

Despair.
Charles, laid awake as the light shone upon his helpless soul.
Before him were the sins and crimes, those against honour, dignity and pride.
They sprawled towards him, devouring his motionless body, tearing it apart as they feast upon it.
In those moments of pain and agony, he saw the world of pussy cat land, the world he once thought was a dream come true shattering into pieces like glasses falling into oblivion.
At that moment, he realised, he knew, it was all too good to be true.
The pussy cat land was all but a fantasy.

Coming back to reality.
In the following days, Charles struggled with his new found knowledge.
Everything in pussy cat land that used to be soft and rosy was now harsh and cruel.
He finally understood how his 2 other friends felt, they were enlightened before he was, but the others were still lost and captivated by the illustrious comfort of pussy cat land.

The wrecking.
It dawned upon Charles.
The notion of pussy cat land being a parallel to the elite greenie school, was false, it was made of  lies Charles etched into himself.
Evidence and facts in support of this truth surrounded him.
The poor quality of the inputs into the senior pussy cat squad of pussy cat land.
The reluctance to remove the cancer in the crop.
The rigidity of the system and the unwillingness to reinvent itself when it has clearly and significantly brandished itself to be flawed.
The absence of the iron fist to dish out deserving punishments.
The lack of a common set of instructions for catstructors to align themselves to, which was an evident result of poor coordination and teamwork between the catstructors.
Giving out questions and even answers towards the end of the module to allow undeserving catdidates who slept through the entire curriculum to glide through the exams (no offense, but frankly i dont know how and what the F can some still fail, seriously.).
Expecting only a sliver for ippt to pass the course, which is honestly a joke to expect of a senior pussy cat.
Praising the chao keng warrior for shit they have done.
Condoning poor attitude and recalcitrant behaviour due to the implementation of disproportionate rectifying measures(aka punishments) due to a apprehension of the "tedious" execution of possible measures.
The presence of obvious double standards, bullying the pussy cat trainees like tyrants while fearing to lay a finger oldie pussy cats and their diplomat counterparts.
Condoning the indifferent behaviour of diplomatic pussy cats, which serves only to tarnish the name of both representation.
Poor enforcement of rules allowing daredevils of all ranks to test the system again and again.
Imma slack training program for both junior and senior pussy cats alike.
Nonsensical cat litter inspection procedure where all 10 cats only need to clean their catrrack, no poo place, no catridoor and whatsoever, external catcleaners hired will clear and clean all the rubbish.
Being already so slack, the cats are still able to complain and whine about petty stuff.
At the end of the day, it all boils down to make Charles wonder if any cat here is truly serving the no cat choice act at the rate the pussy cats are pampered.
Charles also finds it frustrating that any tom, dick or harry cat can go through and complete the cat course he is going through based on how low the standard of this course is.
Having the background of a greenie, and having believe that his current status is somewhat comparable to that of an elite greenie he cannot accept the reality that lay before him.
3 months(coming to 4) into pussy cat land he had seen enough to come to such realisation.


Finding a new path.
The reckoning past few days of chaos had brought enough damage and torment.
It was time for the dust to settle.
Deconstruction is over, it is now time for reconstruction.
Though his 2 friends shared the same woes as he did, his new journey was for him to discover.
He needs to find a new sense of purpose, a new route to walk, one unique to every individual.
They might have felt the same, but how they approach it can never be the same.
It was up to Charles to put his own act together and get back on the ground.

Rebirth.
With the insignia of pride and prestige anchored deep within him, and the flames of an elite greenie burning in his heart, Charles is ready to face pussy cat land once again.
But this time, he is doing it with the heart and passion of an elite greenie.
He will no long be the soft and squashy senior pussy cat that pussy cat land expects him to be.
And the letters of Elite Greenie School inscribe on his desk shall remind him of this truth.
He wasn't meant to be a pussy lion, he was supposed to be an elite greenie.
At least that was what he thought he was, made of elite greenie quality.
Braving personal limits.

Thanks folks for reading this absurd story of mind.
Charles by Scott, a possible diffusion line? or is it an evolution?
Scott signs off.