They Say I Love You

A Feline's Feelings

In this house that I grew up in, with these strangers I grew up with, I felt the urge to run away, and that I did, during a rainy evening when my presence seemed to slip their minds. I was running away from it all, and yet only after reaching the gate of this damned house was when I saw a pair of feet. I knew who this was, still I raised my head to confirm. Of course it was him. He picked me up with ease, carried me to his room, and I... woke up.

The sound of a knock on the door echoed in my head as I blink a few more times before being fully conscious. In front of me is a familiar face, the same one in the dream I just had. He himself was woken up by a second knock on the door, he sat straight with his back against the wall, his disheveled hair covering his eyes as he drowsily yelled "Who is it?" yawning afterwards.

The door creaked open, leaving the door ajar. Then a voice I've never heard of spoke through that small gap, "It's me," the mysterious person uttered, just loud enough to be heard. As they further opened the door, a small figure poked out. A short boy, with what looked to be unwashed hair that curled naturally stood in front of the door, inadvertently closing it shut.

He looked the same age as my young owner, though just from a glance I could tell they were the complete opposite. "Why are you here? And so early in the morning, as well." My half-asleep owner asked, appearing tired and peeved by the sudden visit, as if he would curse anyone who would barge into his room without consent beforehand. "You're quite riled up when you can barely keep your eyes open. And what, have you forgotten?" The curly midget asked.

At this point my young owner was confused, obviously oblivious to what the midget said. He was like a drunk on the sidewalk trying his best to maintain himself in order to get home, to put it simply. It was easy to tell that he wasn't fully conscious yet, or rather he was and now he's falling asleep again. Curly noticed this, sighing as if it was a normal occurring thing. "Fine, go back to sleep. The others will be here soon, just get your shit to wake up or you'll end up looking like actual shit."

In all honesty, I have no idea what this conversation is about. I think they plan on hanging out in this lonely, bijou room. Nonetheless, it doesn't concern me. All I want is to know where this delicious aroma is coming from. A smell so fragrant, something I haven't eaten in quite a while. I stood on my feet and jumped off the bed, to my owner's surprise. Before I marched on, I decided to stretch out, and put my body at ease. I go on to depart the room, glancing at my owner before I continue. We locked eyes for a few, and then he went back to bed. As expected, fully or half awake, he wouldn't care.

I leave the two behind and let them do whatever the hell they want. Ahh~ these lengthy ass stairs are too fun to slide on, pretty much the only perk I get from living here. After a while of enjoyment from climbing up the stairs and sliding down a few more times, my ears gradually picked up on the sound of footsteps outside, along with splashing. As I made my way to the door where visitors usually enter in, the sound of rain drops became more apparent.

Catching the sight of the outdoor terrace that had small puddles here and there, I was reminded of the dream I had moments before, this scene was almost exactly the same, the rain being only a drizzle was the only thing that differed. Whilst pondering over these thoughts I ran into the source of the footsteps I had heard.

An unpleasant sight to me, more damn visitors. Out of habit, I sat in front of them thinking that they'd innately notice and take me. A small part of me was left in disbelief as they merely walked by, by now I thought I'd be all too used to it, yet these habits of mine still linger.

As pissed of about it as I was, I also noticed that I had digressed quite a bit from my pleasure seeking. And so ignoring the useless visitors, I retract to my primary objective; the wellspring of the delicious smell from earlier. I jump onto their rigid chair in order to get closer, and there it was, laid in front of me.

The luscious fish with a side dish of one bowl of garlic prawns. In contrast to my owner, who's pretty much a bag of depressed shit, this fish was a gift from heaven, I'll take it as compensation for always looking out for him. Unable to contain my enlarging appetite, I feast on the stereotypical yet mouthwatering food for my kind: Fish. Although it was a bit overcooked, my stomach did not give more than two shits.

I am famished, as if my stomach was threatening me, all I could think of was finishing this feast before any of my owner's visitors start paying attention to me. I nibble slowly on this fish, savoring especially the tail meat, a preference of mine, while coupling each bite with a prawn to add a hint of garlic in my mouth.

Just then, while having a hard time chewing on a large piece of the abdomen, she came into view. Walking past me, was an aroma more heavenly than my favorite fish. Bewitched by her at just a whiff of her smell, I followed behind her comely steps as she walked up the stairs I loved.

She entered sleepyhead's room, a room I've gotten so used to and has long been dull, and yet with her just sitting on the bed, the view was different somehow... from the shitty depressed bijou room to a masterpiece painted by Da Vinci. She uttered with a soft voice, more captivating than Mozart's symphonies, "What a filthy room." seasoned with a sassy undertone.  

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She was a female, I was a feline, that fell in love.