How to change your mind in 10 seconds or less to save the world

A normal world. A normal country. A normal town. A normal flat. A normal cat.

Or is it?

Vilma could argue about any of those statements. Since she was most definitely not an average feline. Not just because of her more than average thick, glossy, forever shedding fur. Or her big, glossy, green eyes. There was more to her than just her appearance. But she was also exceptionally smart, so she kept it to herself.

Neither was her home a place like a any other. Well, most of it kinda was. Entrance was small, kitchen just enough, living area and sleeping room were passable.. Bathroom was kinda big for such a small apartment though, and that one specific corner in walk in closet, she felt better if not talking about that as well.

Town she lived in, well she heard there was a town, was mostly out of her field of vision as her balcony looked away from it. But she did do a good job monitoring everyone and everything that went in our out of that town. Mostly things passed by lately. But she kept that to herself as well.

Country she chose for her point of entry into this world though, she could say a lot about that. What a mistake was landing here. But, really it was not her fault. She would never make such a low level mistake to land in this backward, boring, uneventful place. But she had to keep that for herself. Because, you know, she was exceptionally intelligent. She understood how things work.

And the world here. Absolutely bonkers. With all her smarts she still sometimes doubted that this world was actually real. It seemed real. Tasted real. Odors were real. Laws of physics applied to most of it. But still, Vilma was positively sure that she is most likely gaslighted into believing its real.

Well, she was not going to just curl up and sleep through it, she was who she was. Vilma.