Mandela catalogue headcanons

The Cat

Mark was tasked to take out the trash. Just like any ordinary kid, he had chores. Despite it being Sarah's turn, he agreed to do it if she didn't annoy him for the day. 

He huffed in annoyance as he walked outside, dragging the trash behind him. It made a few cluttering noises as he pulled it across the floor. He opened the lid of the bin and chucked the rubbish in. He was about to walk back inside when he heard a mew.

Down, was a grey, long-hair tabby. It looked up at him and mewed again. Mark smiled down at it while it rubbed its body against his legs. He crouched down and gave it a small pat on its head.

Mark's family never owned pets, as his parents knew that he and Sarah would never take care of them. Both Mark and Sarah would beg their parents to get at least one, but no was no, so it was nice to have a domestic animal give him a little affection.

A few minutes later, Sarah burst the door open. "Mark, what is taking you-" *she looked at the cat* "Aww, you found a CAT?" Sarah ran forwards and the cat took a few steps back before running away.

"Great, look at what you did," Mark jeered. He gave a glare at Sarah, who was biting her lip.

"Well, mum said you need to go back and stack the dishes," she stated.

"Mum never said anything about that."

"Yes she did and now it's your turn."

"I'm one-hundred per cent sure she never said a single thing about that."

"Too bad, I told her you would so... go figure yourself out." She said walking off. Mark grunted in annoyance and walked back inside the house.

***

It was ten o'clock when Mark fell into a deep slumber. Rain softly patted against the window, leaving trickles and adding a sense of comfort to the quiet night. He was too deep into sleep to notice a thud from the ledge of his window.

The cat landed on the ledge and sat down. It stared at Mark through the window with its lifeless eyes. It did this for a few hours until it was three o'clock, then it attempted to open the window.

Mark eventually heard the tapping and woke up. "Bloody hell," he murmured as he rubbed his eyes. He turned and found the cat meowing again at the ledge of his window. "What the-"

The cat was now ferociously tapping the window. It seemed like it wanted to get inside. Mark was confused but was too tired to think. He simply opened the window and mumbled something. The cat leapt down and walked out of his room.

"Yeah, no, mum will kill me if you do that. Get back in here," he muttered. He reached down to grab the cat but got scratched in the process. "Ah, fuck!" Mark whispered in pain. It hissed at him as he attempted again. The cat ran down the hallway and stairs, leaving Mark in his room. "Or, yeah, no, just do that," it heard him call out.

"MARK, GO BACK TO SLEEP!" Sarah yelled.

"I would ask you the same," He sighed as he followed the cat.

The cat ignored the small conversation and walked into the living room. There, sat an analog tv, fit for the 80s at the time. It walked up to the tv and tapped the screen. A few moments later, the tv turned on, despite having no power.

Slowly, a figure emerged on the screen. It looked down at the cat and flicked on another screen with text. "Everything fine?" the title card read. The cat nodded and sat down. The screen flicked back to the figure, which was smiling now. The figure emerged out of the screen and gently picked up the cat. It gave the cat a few gentle strokes while holding it in one arm.

Mark had just reached the living room when he noticed the two. He froze in utter fear, covering his mouth to prevent any noise but ended up hitting the nearby couch, making a small thud. Both the Intruder and cat looked up, surprised.

The Intruder looked down at the cat. "I thought you said he wasn't following you," he hissed. The cat looked up in angst before burrying itself in the Intruder's chest. "Let's just go," he sighed before entering the tv screen. The tv screen turned off as the Intruder left, leaving Mark all alone.