He wasn’t normal. He felt less normal than Sunday but nothing was out of its place or out of its box. That wasn’t until a rather normal day turned down to a very different day. He had in the back of his mind the relict of a voice in his head, quiet down a couple of days after it echoed freely. Breaking through the surface to remind him of his new journey. Of how to move around ordinarily to someone who was extraordinary this week. He was met with a phone call. Panic if read into it. Not before finding out that his cat escaped somehow and into the neighbor’s property. None of it was surprising, until going and missing lunch to beat some traffic in order to see what the drastic concern was.

A concern all worth anyone's while as he got to Charlie's place with Andromedon grown a few sizes too large. In the back of his head again, the culling snickering grew louder. Blocking the concentration to explain away a delicate house cat who ballooned into a big feline, distracted by tassels of a throw pillow. He was unaware how it happened. Why it happened. And where he was going to keep the feline while pondering ways to get him back to his rightful size. There was blockage from remembering the actions that took place that morning. The slight of hand to cause a magical disturbance and enlarging the house cat to alarming size.

He with wide eyes, imagined the animal rapidly expanding and filling the space of a single room before the walls started to bust at the edges. Breaking through molding and framing until there was nothing of a home left to come to. He planned on luring the cat out quickly without neighbors witnessing the lion sized house cat hairless in its lurching, ready to destroy anyone who got in his way of chasing around the birds. His nerves shook. His body did the same. With less time than it took, the feline followed him. Maybe it was the promise of catnip or goat's milk. He was going to feed the damn beast with a bowl large enough or one of the pots. He thought on his feet, and crept up his own stairs, whistling, singing Sinatra, speaking the cat's praises long enough to get to the door.

In the home stretch, they were so close. He looked around making sure no one was roaming the streets and there had been a false echo of noise. Not coming from a nosy neighbor but the alarm in a far off distance that struck the cat's attention. Lyle let out air out of fear, still enabling the whispering of coaxing the Andromedon inside before it was too late. Before those four legs stalked backwards. They did. Scaling down the steps slowly, causing a war of noises to compete against one another. Lyle's ‘oh God no' and ‘just my luck, no' all but kept the cat from leaping off the steps to go frolic in the streets.

A flicker of a second was like a stop in time, heightening the possibility in a Montage where his imagination diverted from reality. A troubled position to be long enough that it stopped Lyle in his tracks, where the red man in his head laughed with volume long enough to see the man he was inhabiting scramble for mercy. He leaned against the open door, pressing his lids tightly together long enough to wish it all away and for his cat to return to the favorable size instead of filling up until he was a giant animal roaming the streets of Boston. For a moment he expected his heart to fail and pass out in the entry way but he instead was hassled to stay awake. Alert. To follow the hum of instructions.

Hypnotized once again and cornered to embrace a situation for what it was and not for what it could turn into. Lyle steadied himself on feet like a newly confident infant who got the hang of walking without falling for the first time. He was told to snap out of it. Straighten up and retrieve the reigns to be in order of all things. It wasn’t hell but the frequent glimpses of hell was more than enough motivation to move and set the cat free from being lost to him. There was whistling and talking to the cat as if it were a child that veered off course, and needed to be pulled back into safety.

Andromedon stalked the stairs, climbing, ascending to meet the entrance that was a tight squeeze between the door and it’s owner. He gulped, bracing the out of order expectations for his pet to shrink to his original size and yet none of it happened. He found himself trying to breathe without hyperventilating or following the road to passing out once more. He should be a pro at passing out or being left in sheer shock by the imaginative reel going berserk long enough to ripple through his true memories when false ones were dripping in torture and war amongst wannabe rulers of plane of reality he knew little about.

The cat squeezed inside and his quick take to shut the door behind him happened in an instant. He pressed against the door long enough to hold back the deepest of breaths. The cat sat on his haunches, licking his paw and lifting the heavy head to look directly with evil eyes. The sight of his own if he thought hard enough to open his mind but his mind was in turmoil to open up than it had been with the first crack as the week started. Rubbing the back of his cranium gently he saw the same reflecting in Andromendon's eyes, look right back at him in the image of a man, a being, an example of a red beast, cackling with the utmost glee. He was solid in knowing that being the butt of the joke will drive him closer to death than the liquor awaiting at his desk.