Meowlian or purrian

It was a happy morning with sounds of twitter of birds and noise from machinery buzzing around the whole eastern side of Silver Fort town. The three story laboratory building just near the bank of the messy fiery river was all lit up with professors and technicians in white coats running around.

"Ah, ah. Seed 574 has been filled up. Look at the fat seedlings. How many nutrients we have fed it. Ah… worth it." A technician in the high powered glasses yelled out excitedly.

"What? Seed number 574? That nutrient gutter? Let me see how fat it has become." The neighbor counting the experiment was disturbed by his noise but after hearing this he stretched his neck to look at the all fattened up seeds of wheat on the bloomed strand of wheat flower. It was still green and dusty but looking at it, it would surely give them outstanding results after ripening golden.

"Wow, Professor Berry would be mad with joy when he sees this. This is his wife and family. Look at the fat grains. Ah…" Another researcher passed by behind them after glancing and muttering.

The seed number 574 had been filled up with grains and in ripening stage was the happiest news the lab had heard recently. Seed 574 had been the celebrity of the wheat department in National Agriculture & Horticulture Research Station, Silver Fort Township, Ancient Forest, South-Western Zone. Professor Jonah Berry, who was researching in the agriculture field for decades had unusual love for this seed. More than his own wife and sons. His wife would always complain to Mayor and her other friends about how her husband loved a seedling more than his family.

Boom.

A middle-aged man wearing white coat and rimless glasses rushed to the chamber where the two technicians were commenting on the seed 574. His aura was very turbulent. The two stepped aside on his arrival. Other researchers glanced at the man and returned to their work. Knowing the temper of this psycho.

"Good morning Professor."

"Morning Professor Berry." Both of them greeted him.

The man was so engrossed in inspecting his beloved seedling and its flower, he forgot to greet back. The two looked at each other helplessly, noticing the love-struck expression on professor's face.

"My baby. So healthy. Very good. The best." Both the technicians scowled hearing the praise and turned around to note the changes in other experiments.

The dawn was just bloomed. The river was shining with the morning rays of the orange sun. On the edge of the residential area and the beginning of farmland a medium sized luxurious cottage stood in the large compound. A shrill screeching noise could be heard from the second story. Roman woke up to the tweeting of his alarm clock. Barely making it to turn off the brain-splitting sound of the clock he flopped on the warm bed but his brain would not let him sleep making him register the active moments from near past. Remembering that he had the tour on the schedule, he gently removed the warm body he was nestled with in the bed to the side and covered it with the blanket. He staggeringly got up and moved slowly to the bathroom. Unknown to him a pair of golden eyes were flashing in the dark bedroom behind his back. Just as he was about to raise his hand to open the door those pair of golden eyes narrowed and the agile body jumped on his back as if hunting for a prey. And wrapped its tiny paws around his neck.

"Mew. Meow. Maw. Meowwwww. (thump) Mewwww. Meow."

"Uff. Ah. I'm sorry my ancestor. I should have woke you up and should not have left you alone at home yesterday. And I sincerely seek the forgiveness. Please bestow me with you paw…" His original harsh voice was so gentle right now with a hint of pampering.

"MEOW. (thump). Mew meu mii miiii meow. (tap) (tap)." Another skull-shaking blow was delivered to the back of his brain following a couple of taps to urge him to move. It seems he will go stupid in next few years if this continues.

Roman went into the bathroom with a small bundle hanging on his neck. After finishing his daily routine he started his jeep standing on the side of the compound. It was seven o'clock in the morning and the daily hustle-bustle had already started. The lump of white sitting on the passenger seat of the open-roof jeep called out to the people here and there while on the way to the Main Circle Street.

"Ah. How are you Elektra? This morning is very cheerful, right?"

"Meow… Mew. Meowww."

"Good morning your highness the princess Elektra. I hope your sleep was beautiful and not cranky to save us from you mighty paw."

"MEOWWWWW. MW. MIII. MEW."

Countless pleasantries like these were heard and the man driving the vehicle was expressionless and nonchalant about this. Seems like this is the everyday matter.

The Main Circle Street was already crowded. It was filled with pleasant noise of laughing and greeting along with ringing of bells by cyclists. There were many shops at the circle. On the southern side was the market and economic zone. The road was already filled with the honking of vehicles. The market was a widely built store. It would take a whole day to pass all the isle of the store. It was a low-key shopping mall. Every morning at six, the market would reshuffle the products, so large vehicles would come and go every time. But they will totally block the circle which was very near to the residence area and not everyone would like the disturbance. So, the logistics were provided a ring road to go from the entrance, which was in the west, to the market street.

The warm and sweet smell of freshly baked bread and cookies was already spread in the main circle. Mr. Francesco Moretti was the owner of the Silver Crow Bakery. He is an old man from the west. In the discovery of peace he came to this old town while travelling three years ago and then with the help of Mayor rented a small space and sold the veggies and meat stuffed buns with sweet and savory pretzels in the food cart. The small place he rented was at the corner of main circle. After selling it for a couple of months the customers would directly come to his place for the breakfast buns in early morning. After a year a young man came to the administration office of the town looking for an old man who was on the travel and could not be tracked. Then they came to know about the old man, who was a brilliant pastry chef, who ran away from the institute without telling his disciples and quietly came to their town and live here. The old man was very stubborn and did not want to go back. The institute then helped him open a bakery here and sent some students occasionally for the internship. Knowing that the Agricultural Research lab was also her would definitely help them. The old man really was a treasure for the institute. Look at the place he found. It was also a treasure.

"Good morning, Franco." In between the clamorous surroundings the man in khaki overcoat and heavy leather boots stepped into the bakery with a beautiful white cat on his wide shoulder resting comfortably.

"Ah. What good morning? Call this an incomparably shitty morning. Why can't I find my spatula? What do you want? Regular?" The old man who was turned around to look for a spatula muttered, greeting back his regular customer, recognizing the voice.

"MEW. Meow." An aggressive noise sounded out in the bakery. The original noisy surrounding quieted down instantly. The customers who were sitting in the dining area turned to the voice.

"Ah. My dear Elektra. You have also come today. I am so sorry I was busy looking for spatula and did not greet you. What would you like today? Bread roll or bread bun. I have specially made the heart shaped bun for you. Would you like it?" The customers sitting at the table looked at the scene dumbfounded. This old man was so cranky and hopping mad cursing out like an old goose just now. And how come he is so respectable and amiable now?

"Meowwww. Mew." The cat who just blew up with its claws out, immediately sat down with its eyes shining visibly. Roman understood and handed it the small heart shaped bun. The customers awed at the small fairy like kitten nibbling the bun on the owner's shoulder. Wow. What a superpower! They can even talk to a cat. Let me ask what language they are talking in. Meowlian or purrian?

"Ah, you came to take breakfast for Vlahos house, right? That old man just called me to list out the order. Just baked some frittata and croissants, so it may take some time. Ciambella and casserole is ready. Let me ask Rinni to pack them. Oh and bread rolls and baked eggs and sausages. For sweets, egg tarts, zeppole and cannoli. Rinni, dear. Pack all the items separately. And add the sweets more or that old man will pester me for next decade." The old man rumbled and rumbled without stopping to take a breath. It is also a talent.

It was half past eight in the morning with soft sunlight covering the earth. One human and one animal, both reached the threshold of the community where Vlahos Manor stood proudly. Unexpectedly, in the originally empty compound there were three luxurious cars standing by. There were several men in black suit talking to each other in low tone. Roman understood that some guests had come and that is why the old man had ordered for so much things. He rounded the Jeep along the Iron Gate. The sensor in the system scanned the vehicle and slid the gate to the side to let him pass. The people in the compound stared at them with vigilance. He ignored the stares and climbed down after turning off the engine.

The kitty with its agile legs climbed up to its signature position. Roman gathered the breakfast bags and turned to the main door of the manor to enter.

"Stop there. Please cooperate with the checking first." A rough voice called out from behind him.