catlamp pages 9 & 10

[page 9]

	[the cat stares down in shock.
cat: “y… you can talk…”
lamp: “YOU can talk!!”]
	[the cat seems perplexed.
cat: “well… yeah, of course i can talk.”]
	[the lamp glares.
lamp: “then why is it surprising i can talk?”
cat: “…you’re a lamp?”]
	[the lamp shouts, indignant;
lamp: “and you’re a cat!”
	the cat replies sagely.
cat: “now, that’s different.”
lamp: “no, it’s not! for crap’s sake.”]
	[the lamp shuts their eyes, exasperated.
lamp: “you knock me down on the floor, and now you disrespect me like this.”]
	[the cat rolls onto their back, paws in the air, head hanging over the edge of the desk. a goofy grin plasters their face.
cat: “hey, i’m sorry, ok? it’s a cat thing. it’s your fault for being so precariously perched… and so shiny."]
	[they look up towards the roof, becoming thoughtful.
cat: "everything’s so dark right now… …how long until it’s daylight, anyway?”
lamp: “i don’t know.”]
	[the cat raises their head, confused. the lamp seems pensive.
cat: “…you don’t… know?”
lamp: “… i woke up here, suddenly. a while ago. if i had to guess, probably a few days.”
cat: “’had to guess’?”]

[page 10]

	[a view of the dark sky outside.
lamp: “… the sun hasn’t risen, at all. i mean, i’m positive it should have by now…”
cat: “that’s ridiculous. it has to come up soon.”]
	[the lamp becomes snippy.
lamp: “well, excuse you. clearly you know everything, here.”]
	[the cat smiles, remarking back smartly:
cat: “i know that lamps shouldn’t be talking!]
	[the cat pauses, ears shooting up.
cat: "… WAIT. am i the first… living thing you’ve met?”]
	[the lamp seems crestfallen.
lamp: “uh… yeah. …you haven’t seen anyone else either, have you…”]
	[the cat rests their head on their paws, tail twitching.
cat: “nope… dead as darkness out there. … i mean. i did just kinda. climb out of a grave further downhill, and follow your glow up here… there wasn’t any other light i could see.”
lamp: “you were in a grave?! what happened?”
cat: “i… really, honestly don’t remember.”]