Cool Cat: The Truth

Chapter 2: A Hazy Memory

First, you may be asking: What on earth is Cool Cat? Well, here you go. Cool Cat was a series of books (and a few short films) for children. They started the titular character, Cool Cat, doing a variety of things. I actually was in the short films, as I got written in as a character.

Something strange happened, though. After the movies were made, I didn't see a trace of Cool Cat in real life or in media again. However, I do remember something.

It's pretty fuzzy, as it happened a long time ago, but I can recall seeing Cool Cat walking back in the street. Even though I saw him, I didn't talk to him. I remember now that something was wrong about him to me. I can't remember what, but something seemed different about him. Something that I didn't want to be a part of. So, all I did was watch him. I watched him slowly walk across the sidewalk, back into Derek's house. I have no other memories of anything peculiar. Except for one.

A few months after the Cool Cat movie was made, we had to move. I remember hiding on the staircase at night and hearing my parents hastily whisper with a frightened tone about the neighbor Derek, and the strange man in the cat suit who randomly wandered around the cul-de-sac. I guess they didn't fully know about Cool Cat. The next day was my last in the neighborhood. I was playing with my friends one last time, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Cool Cat costume, stained and ripped, with someone wearing it! The man was stumbling aimlessly and vomited onto the sidewalk. He turned around and saw us. "Hi Kids, do you want to play? That ball looks nice!" said Cool Cat. He started to run towards us and began to laugh. Not the creepy kind of laugh, mind you, but in the weird intoxicated state that he was in it was all the scarier. We screamed and started to run away. After about a minute Cool Cat slipped on his own vomit and fell into the street next to the gutter. We went to him and he looked unconscious. We lifted him and put him on Derek's lawn, then quickly got out of there to our respective houses. After that experience I was glad to leave that neighborhood. Years later I finally remembered what happened. I was certain that there was more to Cool Cat than I thought, and I wanted the truth. The truth was not pleasant at all.