Robert & Sheeyla

Chapter 2. From Scratch

This is the story of a 22 year old man and his cat Sheeyla. Their fate intertwined towards their future. But little did they know how their fate was once together in their past.

Robert woke up the following morning with a messed up room and an even more messed up appearance. The hair on his head was all going one way and even with bangs. His beard began to grow in. As he turned onto his side he noticed that it was actually past afternoon. Robert has slept most of the day. "Damn..." he slowly sat up as the remaining drool came down the side of his chin where he wiped it with his wrist. There was nothing in front of him besides the pile of laundry on the ground in front of the bed, the drapes had fallen off of his window frame. The computer chair was even cut through with the stuffing falling out of it.

Robert held both of his ears and yelled out, "SHHHEEEEEEEEYYYYLLLAAAAA!!!!" He roared with anger as he stood up stomping his way out of the room and into the living room which was connected to his kitchen. The house was a complete trash heap. He was furious! There was nothing spared by the claws of Sheeyla. Why did she do such a thing? Well it was simple to Sheeyla. Robert rejected his earlier promise to sleep at a decent time and even tried to sneak past it. He was punished alright.

Sheeyla came out of the bathroom purring. As Robert looked at her he decided it was time. With arms crossed, chest out, and an exhale of carbon dioxide, he spoke to Sheeyla with a smirk, "It seems you're gonna have to suffer with me." He gave out a small snicker as he walked over to the corded house phone, picking it up, and calling his mother. Sheeyla came close and unknown to Robert she had thoughts of her own, "What's he doing? Who's he calling?"

"Hey mom!"

"Oh no..." Sheeyla thought to herself with fur straight as a porcupine as soon as Robert said the M word.

"Yeah, so something happened at home and I was wondering if you'd be able to hold onto Sheeyla for a bi—" he heard a loud deep beep and then mini beeps following it consecutively.

Robert investigates to see that the phone had been cut by Sheeyla. "You... cat..." he was growing with anger but their bond was extremely tight. "You're lucky I love you but you're about to get a dose of tough love!" He pointed at her as he threw the phone into the trash. That's when there was a knock at the door. The pair looked quickly in surprise at who it could be. Sheeyla was by Robert's foot as he followed the noise to answer the door.

As the door opened the sun from outside his porch reflected off of the concrete burning his groggy eyes. "Hello?" Responded Robert blindly. "Hello, Robert." Said a woman's voice. Robert and Sheeyla knew that voice very well.

He placed his foot in front of Sheeyla and, like an ice skater, brought her behind himself since Sheeyla was also stunned by the angle of the sun into her own eyes.

The woman carried on, "I came by to check up on how you were doing when I heard you yell out." She then began to face her right, "I was like, this can't be him he doesn't yell often," then face her left, "Oh but what if he got a new girlfriend or something." She continued to talk to herself about her thoughts out loud. Robert's eyes fixed themselves to a red headed woman with pretty green eyes. "Hey um... May... I think I'm gonna be okay." He put on a hat in that moment to cover the mess he forgot about.

May leaned in with both hands behind her back, "And I'm gonna assume this bearded bear is taking care of himself?"

Robert scoffed, "Yeah I was just about to shave, I've just been... busy lately." He avoided eye contact with her. Yet, she leaned to her right to barely see inside his apartment, "And I can assume that this place isn't a house for stray furniture?"

Robert came closer to the edge of the door when he closed it leaving a crack big enough for his head. "Yeah... On second thought, definitely not the right time for this." He laughed nervously and quietly.

May stood up with confidence and turned around to walk away with sass, "Don't worry it's not like I was gonna help out with anything or anything. I'm just gonna go find some other houses to flip..." May was a professional or at least professional in training; to be a house modeler almost like an architect and she's been wanting to get into real estate from scratch.

Robert opened his door fully and stepped out with hands in a prayer, "Okay May! Please come back when I text you? And then you let me know when you're free?"

She turned around and nodded in excitement, "But of course!" She left happy and got what she wanted.

Robert turned in frustration, "She always gets what she wants..." as he walked in and headed towards the bathroom closing the front door behind him, to shave. The cat followed and finished Robert's thought, "Yeah... she gets what she wants from you..."

Robert was brushing his teeth real quick as he spoke mumbled and messy towards Sheeyla through the mirror, "Okay, stop judging me. I know that it's stupid to like this girl and put up a charade to be friends as if I don't love her after our last fall out a couple of years back. But man—" he spits then rinses out his mouth with water and gargles it before emptying his mouth. The razor was then grabbed after applying shaving cream, "I do miss her."

He finished off his beard as Sheeyla went to her food dispenser to get a couple of teaspoons full. It was great and delicious except when Robert came over with a smile, "Get ready for our new start up buddy!" He grabbed the dispenser and took it off then putting it in the cupboard locking it up. There was still some food for Sheeyla but she meowed and cried to herself about the loss of her privilege. This was only the beginning of Robert's revenge.

Soon after the cat owner showered and the cat bathing herself, Robert was ready to go take on the world. First he put a leash on his furry friend and then headed out. But Sheeyla was a bit more of a lazy cat. Not fat but just flat out lazy. She jumped onto his shoulder and laid there looking out onto the world from his height of 5'10. "Here we go again," thought Sheeyla.

Robert was walking which soon turned into a jog. As soon as he got on the road with his smiling, cheerful, face. It turned serious as he tilted forward and began to sprint like a triathlete. His face gone serious, as well as his body gone tight. Sheeyla sunk her clause in the padded shoulder wear he wore for her. The two looked like they were running after something while at the same time Robert looks like an abusive owner.

It was a routine for them. Robert didn't have enough money for a car but he did have legs and his legs had horsepower. This way he was able to stay in shape as well as scare the fur off of his cat.