Kitty

9

I wake up to the smell of pancakes, actually smelling pancakes this time. Thank the heavens. I sit up and stretch, rubbing my eyes and looking around my room. Then I realize I'm not in my room.

I waddle into the kitchen, still half asleep, when I am greeted with, "Good Morning, Sir, would you care for a pancake?"

"Mhm, yes please," I say, flopping down in a chair at the table.

Jay comes over and sits across from me, placing two plates on the table. As we start on our pancakes, he glances at me several times.

"What?" I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You've got some serious bed head," he says, holding in a laugh.

I scrunch my eyebrows together and frown, reaching up to pat down the mess on my head. While trying to pat it down, I also try detangling some of the curls that lie among my wavy hair.

"Your bed head isn't much better," I say, giving up on my hair and continuing eating the delicious pancake in front of me.

He frowns, reaching up to fix his dark chocolate colored hair, only to mess it up more. I snort, quickly gluing my eyes back on my pancake.

"You liar, I saw it earlier. It looks completely fine."

"If you like a bird's nest for a hairdo, sure," I say, munching on my pancake.

After breakfast, I thank Cara for her hospitality and pack up my schoolwork I brought over. I change back into the clothes I wore over, handing over Jay's pajamas. I also make sure to fold the blanket I slept with, to leave a good impression. Jay offers to walk me back to my house, and I accept his offer, slightly flattered.

Jay goes out first to hold the monstrosity known as 'Peanut' back, while I just decide to scale the fence to avoid wasting time trying to get the gate open.

"Woah, how'd you learn how to do that?" Jay asks, genuinely impressed.

I shrug, trying to be cool, saying, "Ah, you know, just years of evading dogs in the neighborhood has given me some cat-like abilities." Heheh, see what I did there? I like to do that sometimes. It feels like I'm taunting them with the truth.

Finally, Jay and I split ways in front of my house, deciding on a time tomorrow to finish our school work together. I wave goodbye and go inside the comfort of my own house, throwing myself down on the living room couch. I sigh happily, content to be back in my own territory.

The rest of the day I lie around in my room, scrolling on my phone or reading a book. At dinner, I tell my parents about how nice Jay's mom is, careful not to say anything to hint at my tiny crush on Jay himself. For dessert, we have little fruit tarts, which I eat with some tea. I love tea so much. Pair it with a rainy day and clean bedsheets, and BOOM, heaven, baby.

After my tea, I take a warm shower and head to bed.

Awesome. I automatically woke up at midnight. I sigh, knowing I probably won't fall back asleep unless I get some cat energy out.

Instead of leaving through the door, I head out my bedroom window, careful not to knock over any of the plants I have on my windowsill. I jump from my window to a nearby tree, claws sinking into the bark. I slide down the tree, leaving scratch marks all the way down. When I reach the ground, I bound off to go on my prowl.

By the end of my prowl I have: scared one mouse, rolled in some grass (it smelled really good), climbed to the top of the playground tower, and ate some of the cat food Jay set out for me. Well, I'm guessing it was for me because there's no other cats wandering the neighborhood. Which I am thankful for.