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Yomiel walks down the street holding an umbrella up for his cat. The rain doesn't really bother him, the water dripping around his hair and sliding off of him without a trace. Even the humidity does not impact his hairstyle. Once he would have found that awesome. His fiancee would have laughed at him for it.
His cat minds. His cat can get wet. And Sissel matters more than the people who stare at him for holding an umbrella for his cat
Few people really matter anyways. And every day, that number gets fewer and fewer.
Sissel paws at him, and Yomiel sits down on the wet pavement and does not get wet, so he can send his ghost to Sissel and can see what his cat wants.
Sissel climbs on his shoulder and purrs. Yomiel appreciates the display of affection even if he can not feel it.
"What is that for?" Sissel asks.
His cat directs his attention to the empty mini golf course they were walking by.
He looks at it, and it brings back memories. Sissel's father loved golfing. He had always taken his daughter to the range, and brought Yomiel to learn when Sissel brought him to meet her parents.
"That's mini golf." He tells his cat.
"What's golf? Why is this one mini?" Sissel asks.
"It's a sport. " Then he remembers Sissel doesn't really understand sports. "I should show you." Yomiel decides.
He walks over to the empty mini golf course. There is a teenager inside, looking absolutely bored.
Yomiel debates paying for this, but he does not want Sissel to be denied access on the basis of society's stupid discrimination against animals. So he manipulates the teen into giving him two clubs, four balls, and puts the teen down for a nap, while he takes his cat golfing.
"She asked me to keep it a secret from her dad, but she always preferred Mini Golf to regular golf."
His cat nods attentively, and Yomiel lines up to take his first shot. He picks a yellow ball.
"So pay attention. The secret to golf is inertia. Specifically the physics of inertia. Using that is crucial to a good golf swing. "
Yomiel swings his club. He hits the ball so hard it bounces back off the wall and hits him.
"That was of course what not to do. "
Sissel paws at his pants so Yomiel reaches his soul out.
"What is inertia?" Sissel asks.
"It's the resistance of an object to a change in its state of motion. "
"It's a what?"
Yomiel abruptly remembers he is talking to his cat and he should use cat examples.
"Do you remember when you launched yourself at full speed onto the counter and slid crashing into the microwave?"
"...No."
Yomiel brings that memory to mind, with the ease and familiarity that only sharing a body with someone for a time can do. He remembers the feeling of the microwave well. His cat can still feel things, and the sensation transfers sometimes. It's not his feelings, but he appreciates Sissel sharing. Even when it hurts, it's nice to feel again. Sissel feels wet, but thankfully not cold in the summer rain.
"At full speed you brought more force against the microwave than you would have if you were going slower. If you had been going slower, the microwave might not have fallen off of the counter. "
"What does the microwave have to do with golf?"
"The microwave has nothing to do with golf. Force and inertia do. What I want to do with this golf club, is use enough force to get the ball in the hole in as few attempts as possible. You saw what happens if I use too much force."
Then he goes back to his body and taps the second ball he has set up. This one is pink.
"And too little force means the ball doesn't move much. "
He puts the third ball down. Blue. He knows he is incorrectly playing mini golf. He doesn't care.
He swings. This shot is better, but he could have made a better one while still alive.
"Do you want to hit the next one?" He asks his cat. "Careful. It's hard."
Sissel bats at the red ball. It hits the blue one.
Yomiel pats his cat.
Then Sissel bats at the lightly tapped pink golf-ball.
"Ok Sissel. I'll try to make sure you understand Inertia, and next time we go putting greens, I'll bring you some lighter balls."
Sissel bats at his pants. "What's green?" His soul asks.
"Usually it's a colour. But in this case it means the area of grass around the golf hole."
Yomiel smiles. It's a rainy day, and so excellent for playing golf with Sissel. She always hated waiting on the sunny ones. This Sissel is also impatient, and is batting at his red ball without waiting for Yomiels turn.
"Hey wait up, there are rules."
He then tries to explain the rules of golf to his cat.