Invisible Cats are only bad once you're ankle-deep in Invisible Cat Poop, @Cassa N. Dra. Or the walls get covered by that stinky Invisible Cat Spray from the Invisible Toms.

Anything out of balance tends to put everything out of balance. I mean, like fundamentally, how the Raffa has thrown reality all out of balance with unreality - but that's a man-made problem, with the big PsyCorps trying to snuff everything out in their Mind Death Ovens.

But the natural/mystical world gets out of balance too. Like when the Giant Dogs were in fashion. Or when that one tulip got trained to talk and then taught all the others. I mean, they're mostly annuals, so it only lasted that one season. But there were still some popping up the next spring. Even now you run into them sometimes. But that one spring was a racket and nobody slept. Remember that?

And invisibility has its own problems. Now that newspapers have become invisible, for instance, they pile up on people's doorsteps and they trip over them and don't even know what's happening.

But the solution needs to be humane. That's why Kitty's Grandma might know what to do. I went down to her house today - it's almost impossible to spot unless you know just how to look at it, and find your way through the overgrowth. I knocked and waited and knocked again, so either she was asleep or out somewhere. I'll keep trying.

@Anton LaFlame , are the invisible cats a bad thing?! I mean, it might get a bit troublesome if they escape into the "Normal People's World", but other than that, they're wonderful creatures! Especially Edmond (he thinks so too)!

Or maybe things aren't what they seem. Everything seems to be wavy now. Distorted. Bent. Like a ripple in water, or a reflection in a cracked mirror. Maybe it's me.

-C-

It looks like my private litter of invisible kittens wasn't that special at all. The whole town is crawling with invisible cats now. On my walk to the bus I see mice getting attacked by invisible creatures, can hear their invisible mewling out of alley ways, feel their invisible purrs when they rub up against my leg when I'm waiting for the bus. I hear they've already reached campus.

Now, I'm a groovy cat guy and all. I aced Mr. Robertson's Advanced Cat Goddess class last year, and even did a private study on The Toys of Bastet. But these invisible cats are out of control.

I tried to talk to the crows about it, but they're still not speaking to me. But I do know an older woman in town who might know what to do. She's the grandma of a Psychic High School student that graduated like 10 years ago. She's super cool. I'm going to drop by and talk about invisible cats.

Hello again! Thank you for responding. I'm glad you've accepted my friendship. To answer your question, changing space is a very interesting but complicated. Sometimes it's like you have all the power in the whole but at the same time, none at all. Everything goes by a law of nature, so in turn, I can't change too much without something else happening because of it. Anyways, I'd love to meet Edmond! I love cats of any type, and from my earlier journal entries I've talked about saving some cats from alleyways.

Cats are simply the best. Even the invisible cats.

~HL

Oh yes! Would you? I mean... I... I'd love to be your friend. I don't have many friends. I became friends with one of the many invisible cats, though. They're such intelligent creatures! His name's Edmond, I think. He thinks so too, but I'm never too sure what animals are thinking.

Please, can you tell me what it's like to change space? I've recently been informed that it's impolite to read people's minds without their permission, and I can't really read feelings and sensations that well yet, so...

-C-

Hello, I'm Hannah Lalonde. If you haven't guessed, I'm a girl. I hope to be someone you can talk too. After reading through your thoughts on your journal entry, I believe you're in need a of a friend. So, if you don't mind, could I possibly be a potential friend in your life? If you don't know (chances are that you do), I have the power of space. Not to an extreme, but just making things a little bit bigger or smaller. Just something like a tennis ball to a beach ball.

Anyways, I don't mind a mind reader, (get it?) and I would like to get to know you in the near future.

~HL

Since I feel like writing something, might as well start off with an introduction. After all, what better way to start a journal than with an introduction?

I'm Cassa-Nathalie Dra, of Thentre (Cass or Cassa's fine). A girl. Newly registered. Do I have some sort of "magical power"? No I don't. It's not magical at all. In fact, it's quite natural.

I was born with the ability to read people's minds. It seriously isn't that cool, but it gives me the opportunity to look at secrets, secrets that may become useful at a later day. Also, I can see what you think of me. So please, be careful. To me, you're an open book.

Of course, this power isn't unlimited. Yet. I still get extremely tired after reading a lot of thoughts. Also, some people enjoy thinking several thoughts at once. It's a headache for me to find the thought I want, since those people shove too many thoughts and memories into my brain. It's ridiculously hard to process.

I don't like talking about me. We can talk about you, but I already know random little bits and pieces about you. Also, I might be be on the edge of insanity. -She- kept me in that closet for too long. I was deprived of oxygen. The sweet scentless air that fills me, that clears my mind. -She- wore too many perfumes. I wanted to ask -her- to let me out, but -her- thoughts of darkness, of hated, pierced my mind, my soul, my heart. Every. Single. Time.

I'm sorry. I wrote too much. I will be late. I'm still finding my way around. I hope to see you around. I haven't talked with anyone for so long! This is just a letter of introduction, for anyone who has half a mind to read through my thoughts. Thank you!

Though I am aware this is a journal, I will leave it somewhere for people to read. They'll return it, I know they will. Maybe I will meet someone nice enough to call my friend. In the meanwhile, I will lurk in the corner, and hope...