Free The Hipster From Outer Space (The Hipster Trilogy Book 1) by Luke Kondor Page A

Whether or not that was a good thing, he wasn’t sure.
    “Thinker looks acceptable,” Gary said. “You look like a real Tall One. But we must dress you properly before we leave today.”
    “It’s only temporary,” Moomamu said. “I have to find my way home. Back there, clothes don’t matter. Fabric don’t matter. Even bodies don’t matter.”
    He opened the door and walked through to the kitchen — dirty dishes, a pile of dirty washing, full of microbial life. The thought made Moomamu feel uneasy. He did his best to cast it from his mind. It reminded him of the Zen Molluscs of Goorangu. On puberty, they would cast all negative thoughts from their mind for the rest of their adult lives. And positive thoughts too. All thoughts really. They didn’t do much.
    Gary followed him in and jumped onto the side where the water point was. Gary licked at water droplets falling from the metal spout.
    Moomamu sniffed the air. He smelled the pong of food cooked and eaten in days past. Remnants of old spices and burnt scraps. He opened all of the wood storage boxes lining the walls with their little doors. He found several metal canisters with pictures of food on them … but no actual food. It was only when he opened the refrigeration device did he find a wellspring of food.
    His stomach wobbled.
    With no clue what any of it was he grabbed handfuls and placed it on the kitchen table. Some white stuff in a jug. Some vegetables mixed together. Some sweet circular thing with the words ‘Happy Birthday’ written on it.
    “Come, feline, let’s nourish our bodies for the journey ahead.”
    Gary jumped on the table and went straight for a plastic packet of slices of pink. The label read ‘Cooked Ham’. Moomamu took a handful of the slices and placed them into his mouth.
    “Oh yes yes,” he said.
    They worked their way through most of the food before lethargy overtook them.
    “My name is Gary,” the cat said, as it found a comfortable place to sit down on the table. “And Thinker is Gary’s companion.”
    Moomamu laughed. “I don’t think so, Earth cat. I’m no one’s companion. Especially not on this planet. I won’t be here long enough.”
    Gary tilted his head and looked at Moomamu with big eyes like he wanted to bite him on his extremities.
    “Gary only does things he feels right about and he feels right about you being his companion.”
    Moomamu held his tongue.
    “Earth cat, I will be your companion up to the point where I go home. Which you will help me to do. As was part of the deal.”
    “Gary did want to ask Thinker a question,” Gary said as he licked his paw.
    “Of course you do.” Moomamu smiled. “You must have many questions for a being like me. It must not be often you meet a Thinker in the flesh, human flesh that is.” He sat back in the kitchen chair, his arms folded across his full stomach.  
    “Why don’t you know more?” Gary moved to the other paw.
    “What?” Moomamu said.
    “Well …” Gary stood and walked over to the brown circle. He sniffed the decorations on top. “You’ve been up there all this time, watching and thinking. You should know more of the Tall Ones’ words and history. I thought you would be smarter than you are … like Gary is.”
    Moomamu thought about the cat’s words. At first they made him angry, but then he realised that the cat was merely making an observation. You shouldn’t react to observations with emotion, but with rational commentary.  
    “Listen, Earth cat,” he said … a little aggressively. “Let me ask you a question. If you’d read an entire book from beginning to end, in one sitting, would you remember every single detail?”
    Gary lay down on the table, his front paws stretched out.
    “Gary might.”
    “Okay, maybe a simple Earth cat could remember most, but definitely not all the details. Now imagine at the same as reading that one book, you’re reading millions of others at the same time. Yes, there would be common themes in the