Judgement Cat Novels & Stories

“I once heard that in order to know if the people living in a town are good people, you must first interact with their cats.” I look at Jordan. He doesn't seem to have heard me. He was preoccupied with the cats, playing with them—no—the cats are playing with him. One kitten is so eager and excited that it reaches up all the way to Jordan's scalp just by climbing. This display amuse me. He looks so gentle and innocent being with these creatures. Wearing that genuine happiness he has in his lips. Perhaps I was wrong when I judged him, and the cats made it clear to me.

I glanced at Caleb and I could see that he was also grinning from ear to ear. Catherine had a look of shock on her face as she tried to object but the judge raised his hand and called for order and took off his glasses. “That is my judgment. If you have a problem with it, you can file for another case. And if you don't do as the court says, you'll be arrested for charges way worse than these.” He spoke curtly and I felt extreme joy in my heart. We did it! It felt like a dream but we freaking did it!

Judgement says. I narrow my focus. “He built the system. He knows the thresholds better than any of us.” “He does,” Judgement agrees. “Which is why he is not crossing them.” The realization settles slowly. He is choosing restraint. Not absence. Not weakness. Restraint. “That distinction will not matter when the system reacts,” I say. Judgement finally looks at me. “It will matter to him.” Silence stretches between us. Death is not ignorant. He is not reckless.

Judy pouted and said with disappointment. Willie looked at her strangely and asked, “Why do you think so?” “Think about it. He has such a high IQ, so his head must be very big. Maybe he looks like an alien. I’m so sad.” She then started sobbing. The others were looking helpless. At this moment, the four of them fell into despair. But at this moment, the voice of the Death Judge sounded again.

Julian Carter's residence portrayed both grandeur and simplicity as a testament to the image he had tirelessly preserved. The judge emerged before us after our entry happened. An aged male figure scrutinized us through his piercing gray eyes filled with distrust. He stated with unwavering tone his recognition of her identity. The reason for your presence here stands clear before me. ” Alexander wasted no time. Then you know we should cut to the chase. ” The Judge known as Carter performed the arm-crossing action. If you have come to offer me a bribe your efforts are futile. Acceptance of bribes remains beyond my principles. ”

“ That——” “ They will choose the homeless guy,” before Levy could reply Logan answered his own question. “Believe it or not, little cat. This society of ours judges us according to how much money we have in our pockets, the more loaded one is the better that person will be treated by the society.”

It was teeming with wolves that I could hear way before I reached it. When I entered the baying increased and I averted my gaze choosing to look at my panel of judges. Emery had explained it to me the day before. I would have six judges who were respectable and unbiased members of the pack. Then the Alpha made the seventh judge. A unanimous ruling was indisputable while a ruling of at least three judges could be carried out only when it wasn't disputed by more than one council member. A ruling of above four judges could be carried out only when it wasn't disputed by more than two members such that the more members who voted against you, the lesser your chances of being pardoned were.

Day one: the cats refused to eat. Day two: still nothing. Day three: absolute starvation… I watched helplessly as my once-chubby cats wasted away. My face remained stoic, but inside, I was dying. A week later, Leo finally couldn't hold out any longer. He vomited sour bile right in front of me. I had no defenses left. I flung the door wide open. "Come inside." I surrendered to fate. I was born a cat slave. To keep food on the table, I threw myself into even more grueling work. Three part-time jobs a day, sixteen-hour shifts, nonstop.

"The bottom line is, one must always be honest in whatever they do." Jennet nodded her head again. "I think, I get the hang of it now. I will give it a good judgement," she said with a smile. Then, she observed the clothes in her hands. The clothes were done beautifully and seamless too. The fabrics were of soft materials that wouldn't irritate the skin. After a while, she smiled at the cat, "I'll get these for 90 good deeds which are my patience." The cat purred again, took the clothes from her and put them inside an ember. Then, the couple left the stall.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.