| The sun isn't out right now, and for very good reason. It's night. Hope is sitting outside staring at the moon. A short while ago she turned to me and said "It's not the same size!" I could have laughed. She doesn't understand, although it's been explained to her many times, that it is, in fact, the same size. It just looks different. She's convinced that it changes sizes. Jarla's sick. The poor dear. We don't know what's wrong with her. Anne, Hope's mother, is still ill. The healers have managed to keep her from worsening, yet have not been able to make her better. Jarla shows the same symptoms, only worse. Young Robert has been working just about non stop trying to find a cure. He's argued that if that old saying that every reaction has an equal and opposite reaction, then every disease must have a cure. If something isn't done soon, we all believe that Anne will die. And also, that Jarla will die. All they've learned about it so far is that it's contagious. Prolonged exposure, in a closed room spreads it, so now both Jarla, and Anne are in well ventilated rooms. They've found that the bacteria, if such it is, doesn't live long in air. Since Jarla had managed to get into Anne's room, where she talked for hours to Anne's unconscious form, guards have been posted at the door to the room to prevent anyone else from entering unknown. Until some form of cure is found, they want nobody else to be exposed if it's avoidable. Hope seems to be asleep now. I suppose I should get her to her fathers home, and into bed. There is a lot I need to do. Alicia and Deborah both went into labor today. There will be a celebration for the births of course, even though eight healthy babies have already been born. We still remember too well how our fate hung in the balance. This room is crawling with cats right now, although I suppose I should really say kittens. Mutie's lady friend, who the children call "momma kitteeeeeee" had seven kittens. All of them are normal shaped cats, no extra limbs, or toes, although there seems to be a strange intelligence in the eyes of the biggest three. They respond to many things with very uncatlike manners. I belive we just might be seeing a new manner of cat coming into existence. Just how intelligent are these cats? I couldn't say, but if they are as intelligent as they seem, will that intelligence destroy them? As intelligence has all but destroyed us? The human race? Only time will tell. Only future cats will show whether the intelligence will become a permanent trait of the cats. We can only wonder. Christine |
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