Order and Chaos

Cat
have you ever thought about how gear trains worked

"Cat," I began, seeing as I had no way to know its name. "Have you ever thought about how gear trains worked?"

"Cut!" Eliza shook her head in disappointment. She put down her megaphone and stood up from her divine throne, which honestly just looked like a simple chair with her name on it. "Now, look, I may be new to this Goddess of Theater thing, but why would you ask a cat a question like that? Of course it's never thought about gear trains. It's just a cat. Oh, sure, it's the new Felus, but you don't know that."

But I did. How was I supposed to forget such a key fact?

Eliza rolled her sixteen eyes in frustration as she saw my puzzled expression.

"You're never going to get this part right if you can't get into character. Now, remember, Commun doesn't know the cat's a god. He thinks it's just an ordinary cat. So, what does he, or rather you, say to it, given that fact?"

Meow.

"Meow," I offered uncertainly.

"Meow," the cat answered back at me. It rubbed against my legs. Eliza seemed pleased with this, at least.

"Good, good. We can work from there. You see, who needs Lexos' dusty old scripts when you've got real talent like that?"

To be honest, I wasn't really sure what the point of this whole exercise was. I'd spent so much time playing roles for the gods that I always had to work to remember who I'd been in the first place.

Who was I, again? And just why had the gods put me in their inscrutable plays?