Adventures of Black Cat.

Part 8: The cat bag

As Felicia lays prone in the back of the SUV, bagged by the rope-made net and the box tie, Cathy puts the air conditioning on for the back vents near where Felicia is bound. This little gesture, although humane, irritates her as she is being treated as someone who is vulnerable to overheating when she is a powerful ass-kicker who could knock one of the passenger doors of its hinges with one kick.

Cathy also puts on jazz music as if to indicate that the quiet tension makes her uncomfortable as she is all about “good vibes” or “finding your highest aura”. Speaking of Auras, Felicia notices a Chakra necklace dangling down from her front mirror. Felicia says:

Felicia: So, you do Kundalini yoga or whatever to get more attuned with your Chakras? Cathy looks back in the mirror with surprise that Felicia would engage her in conversation

Cathy: Funny you mention that, I find that it helps my solar plexus Chakra to ensure that I stay firmly within my personal power.

Felicia: Why is me mentioning that “funny”?

Cathy: Well, I figured that the courage to tie you up without worrying about you escaping, and the ability to not be scared by your awesome appearance, was definitely the result of that Chakra being well trained. Don’t you think?

Felicia: I think yogi talk is a bunch of mumbo-jumbo.

Cathy: Ha! At least I am not the one tied up

Felicia: Look, your daughter never let me explain myself fully, so I will do it now: I received a call from who I thought was King Pin who said he had Spiderman captive. He needed a raw mineral from this New Age crystal store to make batteries for these underground tram carts presumably for smuggling or whatever else is fat-ass wanted. This will sound silly, but I was tricked into stealing from your store by a reality bending Imp.

Cathy: Oh, really? You say yogi’s practice “mumbo-jumbo” yet here you are blaming the supernatural. I might need to drug test and strip you to check for contraband with excuses like that.

Felicia: *Felicia is stunned at the prospect of being strip searched knowing she still has Ana’s phone on her person. She then takes her alibi back* No, no, no I was just….desperate to understand why I did it. I take all the blame. I don’t know what got into me.

Cathy: That is better, now be quiet.

Cathy arrives at her two-story craftsman style house and parks in her garage. Parking in the garage not only allows her to take Felicia out without the neighbors seeing, but it also allows direct access to the basement through a crawlspace underneath the workbench. She pulls Felicia out of the boot, sets her on her knees, and drags her through the crawlspace.

Upon reaching the other side, Cathy turns on the lights and Felicia is shocked to see a row of three prison cell cages in a grey-bricked room. Felicia says:

Felicia: WHAT THE…….What the fuck is this? Are you kidding me?

Cathy: Why so surprised? You of all people should know what a cell looks like.

Felicia: They don’t even use barred cells like this anymore. I have always been locked in those dorm room-like cells, never whacky wild west shit like this. Did you…weld this all by yourself? A yogi like you?

Cathy: Ha! I might be a yogi, but I have connections that I won’t get into.

Felicia: Wait, your daughter wrote on that bulletin that I would be a prisoner of the attic she held me in. Why would you build this when your daughter wants a prison in the attic of your store?

Cathy: Observant like a cat, aren’t you? The attic is just a remand center where the caught person is held until they are transferred to me. Now, lets get you set up.

Cathy pulls Felicia into the middle cell. She takes the net off, unties her legs and then sets her on the bench that is near the cot. Before untying her hands, she shackles both her legs with cuffs that are chained to the bars of the cell underneath the bench. Felicia responds to this by rolling her eyes and saying:

Felicia: Where are my prisoner rights? I am not supposed to be shackled once behind bars.

Cathy: You are the most powerful person we have ever bagged, so I can’t take a risk even with you behind bars.

Felicia: Huh? I am not the first one?

Cathy: Take a look Cathy pulls out a thin booking profile book from a nearby desk.

Felicia skims through the book containing 5 offender profiles. The first person is a boy wearing a high school uniform named “Eddie”, second is man named Tyler who looks like he came from soccer practice, the third is a woman named “Alice” who looks like a girls scout, the fourth is a person dressed as a security guard who is named “Dan”, and the fifth is named “Patrick” who looks like a delinquent biker. The pages show their faces and names, but the book is only a record of those who have completed a psychiatric and loss prevention program-hence why there is a checkmark next to their pictures.

Felicia: They were released after completing an on-line course? Seriously?

Cathy: Not fully released but released on conditions. Some exceptions will be made for you because your body is a weapon. So sit tight while I get the course set up for you *Cathy leaves*.

Felicia: This is so screwed up! She is profiting off of this in-house prison by making her captives take an online course. Instead of getting people arrested, she makes arrests and then coerces them into taking an online course to avoid an official sentence. The state of New York must have funded her little prison to profit from these courses. What joke!