Коралина / Coraline

Astounding! was followed by a theatrical and then triumph!!!

It was a sunny, cold day, exactly like the one she'd left.

There was a polite noise from behind her.

She turned around. Standing on the wall next to her was a large black cat, identical to the large black cat she'd seen in the grounds at home.

“Good afternoon,” said the cat.

Its voice sounded like the voice at the back of Coraline's head, the voice she thought words in, but a man's voice, not a girl's.

“Hello,” said Coraline.

The cat shook its head. “No,” it said. “I'm not the other anything. I'm me.” It tipped its head to one side; green eyes glinted. “You people are spread all over the place. Cats, on the other hand, keep ourselves together. If you see what I mean.”

“I suppose. But if you're the same cat I saw at home, how can you talk?”

Cats don't have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of its tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers.

“Cats don't talk at home.”

“No?” said the cat.

“No,” said Coraline.

The cat leaped smoothly from the wall to the grass near Coraline's feet. It stared up at her.

“Well, you're the expert on these things,” said the cat dryly. “After all, what would I know? I'm only a cat.”

It began to walk away, head and tail held high and proud.

“Come back,” said Coraline. “Please. I'm sorry. I really am.”

The cat stopped walking, sat down, and began to wash itself thoughtfully, apparently unaware of Coraline's existence.

“We… we could be friends, you know,” said Coraline.

“We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants,” said the cat. “But we're not. At least,” it added cattily, after darting a brief look at Coraline, “I'm not.”

Coraline sighed.

“Please.

The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. “Cats don't have names,” it said.

“No?” said Coraline.

“No,” said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”

There was something irritatingly self-centered about the cat, Coraline decided.