[i]It felt good today. This was a day that stood out from the rest. The sun was shining, the clouds were scarce, and sound of birds could be heard outside the window. Oliver couldn’t help but curl up his lip, allowing the overwhelming sense of calm wash over him. He sat in an armchair facing the black screen of a television. There was something warm resting on his lap. It kind of tickled. Oliver stroked his palm across the back of the white cat and listened to the animal purr in delight. Life was simple, but it was good. [/i]


Suddenly, the serenity of the scene began to fill with the sounds of metal clanking and engines huffing. A quick and sudden jolt flung Oliver out of his subconscious state and back to reality. He let out a soft gasp, his eyes wide open as he surveyed his surroundings. That’s right, he was on a train. He let out a sigh as his hands rested on his now empty lap. No cat. Pity. 
[i]“Hey there!”[/i] an unfamiliar voice called. Oliver turned in the direction of the voice and rubbed his eyes. The voice seemed to belong to a blue and white cat as it approached him. Wait. A cat is approaching him. It took Oliver a moment to remember that these anthromorphic animals lived in certain parts of the world. Oliver could almost laugh at his wild imagination. [i]Silly me... I guess cat’s aren’t lap pets, they are just normal people[/i]. As he brushed away the feeling of grogginess, the cat had made his was to him. [i]“My name is Rover,”[/i] it said. [i]“Can I bother you for the time?”[/i]
It took a few seconds for Oliver to register what was being asked of him, as well as the fact that a cat was speaking to him, before he managed to utter out a coherent [b]“Uhhhhhh…”[/b] He looked down at his wrist. No watch. Dang. He took a quick look out the window before returning his attention to the cat. [b]“It looks like it’s around noon…?”[/b] he answered unsurely. An awkward chuckle escaped him. Oliver gestured his hands to the open booth in front of him. 
[b]“Want to have a seat, friend?”[/b] The name of the feline seemed to slip his mind but, not wanting to be rude, he introduced his own.
[b]“I’m Oliver,”[/b] he greeted, extending a hand. [b]“I’m sorry, I completely blanked out. What did you say your name was? I’m not use to sleeping on long trips…”[/b]
All he could think about as he waited for the feline to answer was, [i]I want to pet his face.[/i]