Mikayla Owle: An
Intervention of Most Sincere Proportions
[Me sitting in a darkened
room only illuminated by laptop screen, wide-eyed, and red, (apparently up all
night working on graphic design projects) the clicking of the mouse pad the
only sound. The Silhouette of a small creature hops up beside me, partially
blocking the view. Change cam view, from front, med shot of bloodshot eyes,
with cat sitting beside me. Cut to clicking hand and scrolling mouse pad. Cat
paw lands on hand. I’m not fazed.
ME: Not now Angel, I’ve
been up for 2 days straight. I’m living on caffeine and 5 hr energies right
now… (whispers) Just have to fix this type… [clicking]
[Cut to ANGEL, her eyes
narrow and she growls, She paws me again.]
[Cut to ME turning
reluctantly to face her, dead expression]
ME: (in a baby voice) Is Angelica hungry? Aww,
wittle baby. (goes to pet)
[Close up]
ANGEL: (surprisingly stern
voice) You need to stop.
[Cut to ME, shocked,
drawing back] ME: Did you ju--
ANGEL: (sighs) Human
please. I know you like us but every project you’ve done has related to cats in
some way. [Half the scene is from behind, with my shocked face]
ME: IS THIS REAL OH MY GOD
I CANT BELIEVE THIS.IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TALK TO YOU etc.
[Jumps off the table to
leave me shocked. Sighing as she leaves] [fades out, follows ANGEL down the
hall.
ANGEL: Think of this as an
intervention! [Smiles] Humans…