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I wish then I started documenting my research, Since all that I have experienced would be fresh in my mind. Maybe I would have thought less false of my own tale if it were so. As I try to refresh myself of my these experiences, they begin to feel like dreams. The next day I woke up with the belief that they were dreams, but she was still there. And for many days that followed, she was still there. Some times I think I will wake up, and discover that all was indeed a dream.\n\n\tMy last entry ended when Optíca and I began strolling towards my Cabin, that was built on the edge of the field I found her in. We were in a hurry as we were trying to avoid a weather front that was approaching from the east. Unfortunately for us that was also the direction of the Cabin. The weather front was over us before we reached the Cabin, although it did not rain immediately. I looked further into the front and noticed that there was indeed going to be rain. So I hastened with Optíca in the hopes that we would avoid it. The grass of the field was long, meaning we could not walk as fast as we wanted. For that reason we did not miss the rain. The rain was soft at first. Before long, it began to thicken. Heavier drops fell and the grass felt thicker with it. This only retarded our speed, but still we hurried. We began to run, then Optíca tripped on a blade of grass. I lifted her while making sure to be gentle, so that I would not discomfort her. Finally my Cabin was visible. I was amazed at Optíca's reaction to the Cabin. It was the first time I ever saw some one amazed at the sight of a building. I started to think about how used we are to such sights. But to someone who has never seen one before, it is almost alien. Optíca looked at it with disbelief. She was captivated by it's structure, and amazed by its form. It was not until I saw her reaction that I myself thought about the complexities of the structure. At that point it seemed to me that I took it all for granted. As we approached the Cabin, Optíca's fascination did not cease. But the need for shelter was distracting. The closer we came to the Cabin, the quicker our strides became. Once we finally reached the doorstep, I was swift to open the door and guide Optíca into the house.\n\nThe light outside was already dark, so Inside everything was black. As we both entered, I looked for the light switch. I must have been terribly disorientated, because I found myself fingering the wall for a while. But once I finally flicked the switch Optíca's eyes lit up just like the lights. She was already intrigued by the sight of the Cabin, but her amazement changed into astonishment when she gazed at what was inside. Even as we both stood there, dripping with rain, she became distracted so that she could study all the shapes that were within my Cabin. From the front door there is a corridor, that has entrances into all rooms of the Cabin. On the left side there were three entrances, and on the right side there were two. The closest to the right is where the kitchen sits. It also has an entrance into the next room which I have made the dining room. Even though I made this a private building, I kept a table that seats six others. The closest entrance to the left lies the living room. A small room, due to the little time I spent within that room. The largest room was the second room on the left. That room I made my study. Within it was a fire place. It also was where I kept all my books and research papers. The final room was my bedroom (With the bonus of a bathroom entrance attached). But it did not occur to me, at the time, where Optíca would sleep. Later I let her sleep on my bed while I contemplated the day in my study.\n\n\tI was about to shut the door when I realize that if I did, I would close Optíca's hair into it. I then pulled as much as I deemed appropriate into the house and laid it just beyond the threshold. Unintentionally, the pile of hair I left piled on the floor was not in a tangled mess. It seams to have organized it self in an ordered way that allowed it to be tampered with, without the risk of tangling it up. Finally I closed the door. Placing my wet jacked on a hook by the door, I looked down at Optíca. I was compelled to speak to her, but her gaze at the interior was something I felt I could not distract. However, I myself could not bear the silence any more, and had to break it.\n“So, What do you think? Will it do? Optíca snapped out of her gaze to look at me. She looked confused, as if she did not understand the question. “well” I added “make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?” Optíca understood that question. Her response was instantaneous.\n“Oh yes!” she exclaimed “I would really like a drink” I guided her to the living room and sat her down. Afterwards a made my way to the kitchen. Looking through the shelves, I pulled out a glass and filled it with water. I was unsure If I should give her any other kind of drink. At the time I felt water would be the most recognizable (And therefore) trusting drink. For myself I poured a shot of scotch with a block of ice. Something to help me relax so I could think the situation through. I walked back into the living room to find Optíca was no longer there. I would have thought this was all in my head, had it not been for the trail of hair leading into my study. \n\nI followed the trail to see Optíca sitting by my collection of books. She was shivering, cold and discomforted. It had only just remembered that she had no clothing. That, added with the fact she was soaking in rain, must of given her quite a chill.\n“Are you feeling all right?” I called to her. She turned to me as if she was caught doing activities she was not meant to be. Strait after she turned she became panicked.\n“I'm Sorry!” She cried “I did not mean to come in here” Not wanting her to feel worried I gave her positive replies.\n“No. Your okay to explore. I was just wondering, do feel okay?” Her panic ceased but she still had an expression that showed discomfort.\n“I'm cold” she said. “do you have something that can make me warm”\n“yes” I replied. “stay there I'll get you something” I placed the glass of water and the whisky on a coffee table that I placed next to my chair. I left to room and paced towards my bedroom, From there I entered the bathroom. I looked towards a Cabinet on the wall and opened it. Inside was a few piles of cloths and towels. Next to them was an assortment of bath robes. I debated weather or not to give her the robe, however I realized, a robe alone would not dry her. So pulled out a towel and a cyan robe. I thought I would dry her fur before wrapping her in the warm robe.\n\nI returned to my study and found Optíca was still there.\n“I got you something that will keep you warm” I said to her. She looked at the towel and robe with interest. \n“Are those” She paused for a moment, trying to remember a word I once said to her. “clothes?”\n“Well this is” I said lifting the robe “But this is towel. It should help dry you off” When I approached I realized one reason she was so cold was that house itself did not feel at all warm. Before I began to dry Optíca, I reached for the switch that activated my fire place and turned it on.\n“This should help keep us warm” I said. Afterwards I sat down on the ground, so that I was near the same level as Optíca. I then unraveled the towel and signaled her to come close.\n“come sit on my lap and I'll dry you off” The amount of trust Optíca had was astonishing. Without argument she walked up to me and happily sat down in my lap. At this point, this was the closest I had ever been to her. I began to get a strong feeling of what it was like to be in her presence. The first sensation I had experienced from her was her smell. Despite her dripping with rain water, I could not smell it. The sent of her fur completely broke though the rain water. It was gentle, as if a single daffodil was sitting on a window sill. The smell did not feel like it was too strong or even remotely unpleasant. It was just right. Trying to ignore the immensely pleasant aroma she had, I began to to lift to towel. Optíca watched my hand intently as they approached her fur. The moment the towel touched her, she soon gained grew attached to the feeling. For her, this was the first time she had ever been dried with a towel. I had not realized that at the time, but If I did I probably would have taken it more slowly. Soon I was scrubbing the towel up and down her arms. It was increasable how smoothly the towel glided along her fur. It was smooth like silk. And there was near not noise coming from the towel scrubbing against her fur. After a short time I felt I had done enough on her arms. I reached around and placed my paw on her fur to make sure it was dry, and indeed it was.\n“Okay can you life your arms please?” I said to her. Optíca happily lifter her arms has high as they could go. I then proceeded to scrub the towel along her sides. I looking at her face and realized that she was really enjoying the treatment. Soon she curved her back as if to ask me to begin scrubbing the towel on her belly. Believing that was what she was asking I did so. Although she did not expect the feeling she would get from that. Instantly she threw her head forwards grabbed hold of my hands and burst out laughing.\n“Wait!” she exclaimed in excitement “That feels funny” I realized in that area she seemed rather ticklish. Trying my best not to tickle her I continued to scrub her belly and chest. Soon she was laughing loudly and writing in my lap.\n“Stop it. Your making me laugh” She continued laughing and her squirming increased, making it increasingly difficult to dry her.\n“Please try not to squirm” I said to her “You're making it very difficult to do this” She did slow down, but she continued to squirm and laugh. When I had finally finished with her torso, she stopped and fell in exhaustion.\n“Are you all right?” I asked her. She raised, taking deep breaths\n“Yes, I'm fine” She took a few more deep breaths. “What did you do?”\n“I guess you are ticklish”\n“what does that mean?”\n“It mean it feels funny to you when I do this” I poked her in the side of her torso and she instantly bent her body away from my paw and laughed uncontrollably. I could not help but release a quick chuckle myself. \n“All right” I said to Optíca “lift your chin and close your eyes. I'm going to dry your face now”. Optíca complied, then I lifted to towel over her face and scrubbed it. I tried to make it quick because I felt she would not enjoy this part. However when I removed the towel from her face she opened her eyes and giggled. “You seem to really enjoy this? Most furs would not like that part”\n“I've never been dried like this before” She responded.\n“Haven't you?”\n“No. I really like how if feels though. The towel feel so soft” \n“That's nice to know. Any way. It is time to do your legs. So can you stand up please?”\nOptíca complied and stood on her legs to face me. I switched to my kneed and inched towards her. I reached for her legs with the towel and started to scrub the it along her legs. Every step of the way she was completely co-operative. Lifting her feet whenever I requested, turning around whenever I needed her to. Of course when I tried to dry the soles of her feet, she would begin writhing and laughing again. Finally, I had finished. She was now completely dry. Astonishingly, her fur was in no need of a brush. It was already well groomed. Because of this I did not bother with the suggestion of brushing her body.\n\nOnce she was dried up I discarded the towel and reached for a the cyan robe I had brought with me.\n“Here” I said offering the robe to Optíca. “This should help keep you warm. Sorry that it is big, but I never expected to have guests like you” she grabbed the robe and scrutinized it carefully.\n“How do I put it on?” she asked\n“I'll show you.” I walked up behind her and lifted the robe. Grabbing hold of Optíca's left arm I guided it through the left sleeve, and did the same for her right arm. Afterwards I let go of the robe, and then Optíca joyfully wrapped the robe around herself and embraced the item of clothing.\n“Wow.” She exclaimed. “It feels so warm and soft”. \n“You like it?” I asked hoping that I had pleased her.\n“I love it so much. Thank you” she replied. Afterwards I walked to the spot I had left my scotch. After picking it up I realized it was more empty then how I left it. Looking down I noticed the glass of water I had left for Optíca was empty. I turned around the question her about it.\n“did you drink from this?” Optíca looked at the glass I held with disgust.\n“Ye” she replied. “I did not like it”\n“Well it was not for you. This was my drink”\n“How can you drink that?”\n“I... just happen to like it is all” Afterwards I showed her around the cabin, showing her all my facilities and collections, so as to help get familiar with where she was staying. Soon we ended up back in my study. Optíca sat by the fire place while I watched her enjoy it's heat from my study chair. \n\nThinking for a short time, I realized that had to look into her. Despite all she has told me, I still know little about her. It's like she doesn't knows herself. So I decided to leave Optíca to herself, while I looked on the internet for information which hopefully was about her. Looking As I doweled deeper and deeper into the archives, and records of living furs, I found nothing on Optíca. There were absolutely no records of her existence anywhere. Which would mean she is most likely wild. But a wild kitten seamed very unlikely to me. If she was indeed wild, she would still be with her mother. Unless something happened to her. Unless she is apart from a wild tribe. I had a book on local tribes that I could use. If I could at least find a name, that should give me some insight into where she came from. Funnily enough, I did indeed find the name Optíca in the book. however it was listed under the divine section. What it read was this.\n\nOptíca is a deity of an ancient tribe that once lived in the local mountain range. The tribe has not been around for centuries, however they were a very artistically cultured, meaning a lot of relics were crafted by them. One of these relics depict a female feline being which, what looks like, has long hair. Considering that there are many relics with this particular description that span many generations, it can be safely assumed that this relic is a one of the deities they believed in. The name of this deity (Archaeologists were able to figure out) was Optíca, and she is believed to be the goddess of either love, art, or natural beauty. Her exact role in the tribes deities is not known, but all evidence points towards the arts, meaning goddess of art or natural beauty seam to be the most likely role.\n\nI was soon captivated by what I was reading. I then returned to my computer and begins to look up images of these relics the book had written about. The description was a near striking resemblance to who I had with me in my cabin. The only difference was that these relics showed a much older fur then who I had in my house. Was it really possible that I had a goddess in my house? It seemed crazy to me. I looked at the long line of hair that was behind me. I followed it to where Optíca was. She was laid in my bed, and wriggling on top of it.\n“Are you okay?” I called to her\n“This bed feels amazing” she said “How do you have so many soft things?” I had nothing to say. For my entire life I've slept in a bed. To see someone enjoying a bed like this, could not be described. She really was unfamiliar with everything I had. Even a bed seamed like something some one would recognize.\n“Do you want to sleep in it?” I asked her. She turned to me with a puzzled look.\n“What do you mean?” she responded.\n“I normally sleep in that, But if you wish to, I will let you.” Optíca then lied flat on the bed and completely relaxed.\n“I would love to sleep on this it feels so soft”\n“Okay. Then the bed is yours” I stood and watched her as she slowly begin to drift off into a slumber. \n\nFor the entire time I watched fall to sleep, I considered what I had learned about her. Maybe she is the real goddess described in the book. Everything about her seams to be far from what is considered normal. I needed to think about it. I walked to the front door and step outside. Fortunately the weather front had passed and the rain had ceased. In the west (which is where we approached from) I could still see the rain. And in there I could also see a rainbow across the horizon. In that instance I was reminded of Optíca hair. In regards to the way all the colours in her hair order themselves in the same order as the spectrum. I found the trail that Optíca left behind as we approached the house, and it was leading towards the horizon the rainbow was seen. Usually I consider rainbows for what they really are. Which is light being separated by the rain as it shines into it. However, at that moment, I felt they were something different. Like that bow of all visible colours was Optíca hair being blown up in the wind. At that very moment I thought I had found some form of divinity. Who I had found in this vast field really is a goddess. It was clear to me Optíca was unaware of her own divinity. If it is indeed her destiny to be a goddess, how will she realize. Maybe I was not meant to find her. It could be that my finding of her has broken the path that she is meant to follow. But that can't be. Surly if I was not meant to find her, She would not have even been here. However, I am unaware of how the divine world works. Maybe I was to find her. Currently I am the only fur in the would that she knows. I decided then I would bring her up. Not as the goddess she is meant to be, (because I am unclear with how I am meant to do that), but just to, look into how she changes as she is brought up. I did not know what I was doing, but I can use that for my research. Maybe I will learn as much from Optíca as she can from me. Now that so many years have passed since then. I can say with confidence that I have learned a lot from her. It is incredible to say, that discovering Optíca is the best thing to ever happened to me. And I am proud, to be apart of her life.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In my last Entry (as the reader may remember) I wrote of my fist encounter with Optíca. To this day I can not understand what lead to the meeting with her. But I hold it as the most important moment of my life. When I wrote the entry, it felt like I was writing a fairy tale. I wish then I started documenting my research, Since all that I have experienced would be fresh in my mind. Maybe I would have thought less false of my own tale if it were so. As I try to refresh myself of my these experiences, they begin to feel like dreams. The next day I woke up with the belief that they were dreams, but she was still there. And for many days that followed, she was still there. Some times I think I will wake up, and discover that all was indeed a dream.

\tMy last entry ended when Optíca and I began strolling towards my Cabin, that was built on the edge of the field I found her in. We were in a hurry as we were trying to avoid a weather front that was approaching from the east. Unfortunately for us that was also the direction of the Cabin. The weather front was over us before we reached the Cabin, although it did not rain immediately. I looked further into the front and noticed that there was indeed going to be rain. So I hastened with  Optíca in the hopes that we would avoid it. The grass of the field was long, meaning we could not walk as fast as we wanted. For that reason we did not miss the rain. The rain was soft at first. Before long, it began to thicken. Heavier drops fell and the grass felt thicker with it. This only retarded our speed, but still we hurried. We began to run, then Optíca tripped on a blade of grass. I lifted her while making sure to be gentle, so that I would not discomfort her. Finally my Cabin was visible. I was amazed at Optíca's reaction to the Cabin. It was the first time I ever saw some one amazed at the sight of a building. I started to think about how used we are to such sights. But to someone who has never seen one before, it is almost alien. Optíca looked at it with disbelief. She was captivated by it's structure, and amazed by its form. It was not until I saw her reaction that I myself thought about the complexities of the structure. At that point it seemed to me that I took it all for granted. As we approached the Cabin, Optíca's fascination did not cease. But the need for shelter was distracting. The closer we came to the Cabin, the quicker our strides became. Once we finally reached the doorstep, I was swift to open the door and guide Optíca into the house.

The light outside was already dark, so Inside everything was black. As we both entered, I looked for the light switch. I must have been terribly disorientated, because I found myself fingering the wall for a while. But once I finally flicked the switch Optíca's eyes lit up just like the lights. She was already intrigued by the sight of the Cabin, but her amazement changed into astonishment when she gazed at what was inside. Even as we both stood there, dripping with rain, she became distracted so that she could study all the shapes that were within my Cabin. From the front door there is a corridor, that has entrances into all rooms of the Cabin. On the left side there were three entrances, and on the right side there were two. The closest to the right is where the kitchen sits. It also has an entrance into the next room which I have made the dining room. Even though I made this a private building, I kept a table that seats six others. The closest entrance to the left lies the living room. A small room, due to the little time I spent within that room. The largest room was the second room on the left. That room I made my study. Within it was a fire place. It also was where I kept all my books and research papers. The final room was my bedroom (With the bonus of a bathroom entrance attached). But it did not occur to me, at the time, where Optíca would sleep. Later I let her sleep on my bed while I contemplated the day in my study.

\tI was about to shut the door when I realize that if I did, I would close Optíca's hair into it. I then pulled as much as I deemed appropriate into the house and laid it just beyond the threshold. Unintentionally, the pile of hair I left piled on the floor was not in a tangled mess. It seams to have organized it self in an ordered way that allowed it to be tampered with, without the risk of tangling it up. Finally I closed the door. Placing my wet jacked on a hook by the door, I looked down at Optíca. I was compelled to speak to her, but her gaze at the interior was something I felt I could not distract. However, I myself could not bear the silence any more, and had to break it.
“So, What do you think? Will it do?  Optíca snapped out of her gaze to look at me. She looked confused, as if she did not understand the question. “well” I added “make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?”  Optíca understood that question. Her response was instantaneous.
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed “I would really like a drink” I guided her to the living room and sat her down. Afterwards a made my way to the kitchen. Looking through the shelves, I pulled out a glass and filled it with water. I was unsure If I should give her any other kind of drink. At the time I felt water would be the most recognizable (And therefore) trusting drink. For myself I poured a shot of scotch with a block of ice. Something to help me relax so I could think the situation through. I walked back into the living room to find Optíca was no longer there. I would have thought this was all in my head, had it not been for the trail of hair leading into my study.

I followed the trail to see Optíca sitting by my collection of books. She was shivering, cold and discomforted. It had only just remembered that she had no clothing. That, added with the fact she was soaking in rain, must of given her quite a chill.
“Are you feeling all right?” I called to her. She turned to me as if she was caught doing activities she was not meant to be. Strait after she turned she became panicked.
“I'm Sorry!” She cried “I did not mean to come in here” Not wanting her to feel worried I gave her positive replies.
“No. Your okay to explore. I was just wondering, do feel okay?” Her panic ceased but she still had an expression that showed discomfort.
“I'm cold” she said. “do you have something that can make me warm”
“yes” I replied. “stay there I'll get you something” I placed the glass of water and the whisky on a coffee table that I placed next to my chair. I left to room and paced towards my bedroom, From there I entered the bathroom. I looked towards a Cabinet on the wall and opened it. Inside was a few piles of cloths and towels. Next to them was an assortment of bath robes. I debated weather or not to give her the robe, however I realized, a robe alone would not dry her. So pulled out a towel and a cyan robe. I thought I would dry her fur before wrapping her in the warm robe.

I returned to my study and found Optíca was still there.
“I got you something that will keep you warm” I said to her. She looked at the towel and robe with interest.
“Are those” She paused for a moment, trying to remember a word I once said to her. “clothes?”
“Well this is” I said lifting the robe “But this is towel. It should help dry you off” When I approached I realized one reason she was so cold was that house itself did not feel at all warm. Before I began to dry Optíca, I reached for the switch that activated my fire place and turned it on.
“This should help keep us warm” I said. Afterwards I sat down on the ground, so that I was near the same level as Optíca. I then unraveled the towel and signaled her to come close.
“come sit on my lap and I'll dry you off” The amount of trust Optíca had was astonishing. Without argument she walked up to me and happily sat down in my lap. At this point, this was the closest I had ever been to her. I began to get a strong feeling of what it was like to be in her presence. The first sensation I had experienced from her was her smell. Despite her dripping with rain water, I could not smell it. The sent of her fur completely broke though the rain water. It was gentle, as if a single daffodil was sitting on a window sill. The smell did not feel like it was too strong or even remotely unpleasant. It was just right. Trying to ignore the immensely pleasant aroma she had, I began to to lift to towel. Optíca watched my hand intently as they approached her fur. The moment the towel touched her, she soon gained grew attached to the feeling. For her, this was the first time she had ever been dried with a towel. I had not realized that at the time, but If I did I probably would have taken it more slowly. Soon I was scrubbing the towel up and down her arms. It was increasable how smoothly the towel glided along her fur. It was smooth like silk. And there was near not noise coming from the towel scrubbing against her fur. After a short time I felt I had done enough on her arms. I reached around and placed my paw on her fur to make sure it was dry, and indeed it was.
“Okay can you life your arms please?” I said to her.  Optíca happily lifter her arms has high as they could go. I then proceeded to scrub the towel along her sides. I looking at her face and realized that she was really enjoying the treatment. Soon she curved her back as if to ask me to begin scrubbing the towel on her belly. Believing that was what she was asking I did so. Although she did not expect the feeling she would get from that. Instantly she threw her head forwards grabbed hold of my hands and burst out laughing.
“Wait!” she exclaimed in excitement “That feels funny” I realized in that area she seemed rather ticklish. Trying my best not to tickle her I continued to scrub her belly and chest. Soon she was laughing loudly and writing in my lap.
“Stop it. Your making me laugh” She continued laughing and her squirming increased, making it increasingly difficult to dry her.
“Please try not to squirm” I said to her “You're making it very difficult to do this” She did slow down, but she continued to squirm and laugh. When I had finally finished with her torso, she stopped and fell in exhaustion.
“Are you all right?” I asked her. She raised, taking deep breaths
“Yes, I'm fine” She took a few more deep breaths. “What did you do?”
“I guess you are ticklish”
“what does that mean?”
“It mean it feels funny to you when I do this” I poked her in the side of her torso and she instantly bent her body away from my paw and laughed uncontrollably. I could not help but release a quick chuckle myself.
“All right” I said to Optíca “lift your chin and close your eyes. I'm going to dry your face now”.  Optíca complied, then I lifted to towel over her face and scrubbed it. I tried to make it quick because I felt she would not enjoy this part. However when I removed the towel from her face she opened her eyes and giggled. “You seem to really enjoy this? Most furs would not like that part”
“I've never been dried like this before” She responded.
“Haven't you?”
“No. I really like how if feels though. The towel feel so soft”
“That's nice to know. Any way. It is time to do your legs. So can you stand up please?”
Optíca complied and stood on her legs to face me. I switched to my kneed and inched towards her. I reached for her legs with the towel and started to scrub the it along her legs. Every step of the way she was completely co-operative. Lifting her feet whenever I requested, turning around whenever I needed her to. Of course when I tried to dry the soles of her feet, she would begin writhing and laughing again. Finally, I had finished. She was now completely dry. Astonishingly, her fur was in no need of a brush. It was already well groomed. Because of this I did not bother with the suggestion of brushing her body.

Once she was dried up I discarded the towel and reached for a the cyan robe I had brought with me.
“Here” I said offering the robe to Optíca. “This should help keep you warm. Sorry that it is big, but I never expected to have guests like you” she grabbed the robe and scrutinized it carefully.
“How do I put it on?” she asked
“I'll show you.” I walked up behind her and lifted the robe. Grabbing hold of Optíca's left arm I guided it through the left sleeve, and did the same for her right arm. Afterwards I let go of the robe, and then Optíca joyfully wrapped the robe around herself and embraced the item of clothing.
“Wow.” She exclaimed. “It feels so warm and soft”.
“You like it?” I asked hoping that I had pleased her.
“I love it so much. Thank you” she replied. Afterwards I walked to the spot I had left my scotch. After picking it up I realized it was more empty then how I left it. Looking down I noticed the glass of water I had left for Optíca was empty. I turned around the question her about it.
“did you drink from this?” Optíca looked at the glass I held with disgust.
“Ye” she replied. “I did not like it”
“Well it was not for you. This was my drink”
“How can you drink that?”
“I... just happen to like it is all” Afterwards I showed her around the cabin, showing her all my facilities and collections, so as to help get familiar with where she was staying. Soon we ended up back in my study. Optíca sat by the fire place while I watched her enjoy it's heat from my study chair.

Thinking for a short time, I realized that had to look into her. Despite all she has told me, I still know little about her. It's like she doesn't knows herself. So I decided to leave Optíca to herself, while I looked on the internet for information which hopefully was about her. Looking As I doweled deeper and deeper into the archives, and records of living furs, I found nothing on Optíca. There were absolutely no records of her existence anywhere. Which would mean she is most likely wild. But a wild kitten seamed very unlikely to me. If she was indeed wild, she would still be with her mother. Unless something happened to her. Unless she is apart from a wild tribe. I had a book on local tribes that I could use. If I could at least find a name, that should give me some insight into where she came from. Funnily enough, I did indeed find the name Optíca in the book. however it was listed under the divine section. What it read was this.

Optíca is a deity of an ancient tribe that once lived in the local mountain range. The tribe has not been around for centuries, however they were a very artistically cultured, meaning a lot of relics were crafted by them. One of these relics depict a female feline being which, what looks like, has long hair. Considering that there are many relics with this particular description that span many generations, it can be safely assumed that this relic is a one of the deities they believed in. The name of this deity (Archaeologists were able to figure out) was Optíca, and she is believed to be the goddess of either love, art, or natural beauty. Her exact role in the tribes deities is not known, but all evidence points towards the arts, meaning goddess of art or natural beauty seam to be the most likely role.

I was soon captivated by what I was reading. I then returned to my computer and begins to look up images of these relics the book had written about. The description was a near striking resemblance to who I had with me in my cabin. The only difference was that these relics showed a much older fur then who I had in my house. Was it really possible that I had a goddess in my house? It seemed crazy to me. I looked at the long line of hair that was behind me. I followed it to where Optíca was. She was laid in my bed, and wriggling on top of it.
“Are you okay?” I called to her
“This bed feels amazing” she said “How do you have so many soft things?” I had nothing to say. For my entire life I've slept in a bed. To see someone enjoying a bed like this, could not be described. She really was unfamiliar with everything I had. Even a bed seamed like something some one would recognize.
“Do you want to sleep in it?” I asked her. She turned to me with a puzzled look.
“What do you mean?” she responded.
“I normally sleep in that, But if you wish to, I will let you.” Optíca then lied flat on the bed and completely relaxed.
“I would love to sleep on this it feels so soft”
“Okay. Then the bed is yours” I stood and watched her as she slowly begin to drift off into a slumber.

For the entire time I watched fall to sleep, I considered what I had learned about her. Maybe she is the real goddess described in the book. Everything about her seams to be far from what is considered normal. I needed to think about it. I walked to the front door and step outside. Fortunately the weather front had passed and the rain had ceased. In the west (which is where we approached from) I could still see the rain. And in there I could also see a rainbow across the horizon. In that instance I was reminded of Optíca hair. In regards to the way all the colours in her hair order themselves in the same order as the spectrum. I found the trail that Optíca left behind as we approached the house, and it was leading towards the horizon the rainbow was seen. Usually I consider rainbows for what they really are. Which is light being separated by the rain as it shines into it. However, at that moment, I felt they were something different. Like that bow of all visible colours was Optíca hair being blown up in the wind. At that very moment I thought I had found some form of divinity. Who I had found in this vast field really is a goddess. It was clear to me Optíca was unaware of her own divinity. If it is indeed her destiny to be a goddess, how will she realize. Maybe I was not meant to find her. It could be that my finding of her has broken the path that she is meant to follow. But that can't be. Surly if I was not meant to find her, She would not have even been here. However, I am unaware of how the divine world works. Maybe I was to find her. Currently I am the only fur in the would that she knows. I decided then I would bring her up. Not as the goddess she is meant to be, (because I am unclear with how I am meant to do that), but just to, look into how she changes as she is brought up. I did not know what I was doing, but I can use that for my research. Maybe I will learn as much from Optíca as she can from me. Now that so many years have passed since then. I can say with confidence that I have learned a lot from her. It is incredible to say, that discovering Optíca is the best thing to ever happened to me. And I am proud, to be apart of her life.", "pools_count": 3, "title": "Wallace's Memoirs - Entry 2", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "387" }