Seeing as I’ve barely mentioned what my secret base really LOOKS like in opt for just telling you that I am just going there, I think this would be an ideal time to tell you all about the inside.
Well, first of all, my secret base is usually hidden in various places on Earth, for when I am disguised as a human and need a place to recharge and revamp my disguise if I have found people looking at me suspiciously–because, really, who takes the time and magical energy to make pointed ears round when you can just cover them with thick, curly hair?…Even if the points do slip through at times…
Ok then. My secret base is often located on mountains, islands, or some remote clearing in the middle of the woods. I can call upon it anytime I wish, wherever I am, and it will appear, the entrance grafted and painstakingly glamoured with magic to blend in perfectly with its surrondings; however, to me, there will always be a slight shimmer around the entrance so I can see it. I only have one, because it takes too much auraence-energy (the magic used to maintain the condition of illusions and glamours even when not in use) to keep more than one or two under mint condition at all times. Inside, there is a long, narrow, dark corridor with light at the end, so that if a human does manage to enter, they will immediately think they are dying and back out ASAP. Actually, the corridor is an illusion too, visible to all but me. In reality, the door opens up into a room with a narrow steel-framed bed in the top left corner, a rather large desk right next to it, covered with my scribblings and magical elixirs, a chest of immediate-refresh supplies in the top right, next to a door leading to the bathroom. The floor of the main room has a braided rug that I made who knows how many centuries ago, and it is quite worn out by now. On the right-hand wall, a doorway leads to the cookroom, where I can make myself some food and drink using the endless supplies charmed to never expire in the pantry, and because I have no windows, bunches of lamps decorate the walls–except for the area above my desk, as it is filled with all sorts of memos to myself.
That’s about it. I know, it’s a lot more less comfy than you imagined. But oh well, it serves its purpose and requires minimal energy to maintain, so, why not? Oh, and a little quote from that human writer, Dr. Seuss:
“We are all a little weird, and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up in mutual weirdness and call it LOVE.”
Good Day Then.
Cat Le Claw, signing out.