Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 9 : Cat Walks

Chapter Nine : Cat Walk

   "Hey Marco," I called his name in pure boredom. I swear scrolling my news feed wasn't enough to satisfy me anymore.

    

      I stare at his direction only to find him lying down with his paws all curled up like a ball. I silently cursed under my breath, taking in my hatred for cats.

    For the millionth time, I disliked cats. Whenever a cat would pass by me, I somehow have something bad happening. I mean I'm being stupid and putting my hatred on cats--but who else can I blame?!

    I can't blame myself! No way. So anyway, cats would be in this defensive stance whenever I would go by and their fur would stand up.

    I've never hit or abused a cat before, so I don't know what's their deal.  But it's an unspoken rule that cats and I don't sit well--especially this lazy block of a guy who stole my bed and have it all to himself.

    I stood up from sitting stance and casually strolled to my desk, grabbing a random pencil. I smirk devilishly, my urges all filled with demonic intention as I tip-toed my way onwards the sleeping cat.

    I knelt down, face close to its face as I brought my pencil up and murmured. "Wake up, pussy cat."

    Then I poke the lead on the pencil inside its ear lightly, making its ear twitch and body shake. Then the stupid cat's eyes flutter open and then cast his gaze on mine.

     "Fuck you skank," he sneers at me, his fangs bared as they glisten by the beam of the sun.

    I smiled sweetly, placing the pencil on the floor as I coo, mustering a sweet, gentle tone. "Oh good morning to you too, Marco."

   "Did you had a nice sleep?"

    "I wouldn't, seeing your darn face first thing in the morning is a nightmare," he sneer, eyes looking in distaste. Then he lunged forward a claw towards my direction and I somehow swerved, ushering to the opposite direction as his paw stood standing mid-air.

   He retracts his paw back, then clicks his tongue. "Stupid girl. Just let me scratch the fuck out your face."

     "No way!" I defended, crossing my arms in a huff. "---my face isn't a drawing board."

 

       Marco--the cat, stares back at me, then stood up from his tom cat figure, stretching its hind legs to the back with tail slightly wagging.

       "Give me food, woman."

     "It's in the kitty bowl, dear," I flashed him a sickly sweet smile. "---and while you're at it, don't forget to poo in the cat litter or you'll make a mess everywhere."

   "Tch," was the only thing he said before he leaped from my mattress in a swift and graceful manner and headed towards the front door with his rear end in view.

    Nice ass, kitty--wait, isn't that beastiliaty?

. . .

"Maaaaarccco," I prolonged, grunting as I stare at him in disdain. "---change the channel. I hate your stupid fight shows."

I try to reach for the remote but Marco hisses, paws ready to claw. I get taken aback and put my hand to the sides. "Come on. We're friends, aren't we?"

"Star, are you talking to the cat again?" my mother hovers from the living room, a smile etched on her lips as she stared at me.

"Uh..yeah."

"Well if you're that bored, how about you take the kitty for a walk?" mother grins, putting a hand up to explain her further. "--cats need exercise and sunlight."

I stare at Marco and then reverted my gaze back to my mother. I don't think this kitty would love that. We have more than just a hateful relationship.

"The cat is fine," I flashed a smile, trying to reassure her. "---see? He's even enjoying the tv show."

"Don't you dare say yes, idiot," Marco taunted.

"See? The cat is even meowing to tell you he wants to take a walk!" she persists. "--just go walk the cat. It won't take long."

"But I---"

Seeing my mother's threatening smile behind that sweet, sickly face is enough for me to spring up from my seat and onwards.

"Fine."

. . .

"Marco!" I screeched, trying to pull his body with the leash but he's stubborn and tries to firmly plant his hind legs on the ground with his body forced to go to my direction.

"I don't want to walk, you wrench!" he screamed, trying to pull himself back, fighting back with my hold on his leash.

"This is all your fault!" I hissed. "--it was doing all fine but you just had to speak your tiny, stupid mouth!"

"Ugh, god dammit!!" Marco grunted in frustration, baring his teeth at me. "--I swear I'll bite you!"

"Alright," I stopped tugging on the leash, putting it to my sides. "---let's just walk and go home, okay? I don't like you, you don't like me but I don't want to get my ass whooped by my mother."

"Touchè?"

Marco snorts, looking at me with judgement in those stupid, ruby eyes. "It's capiche you dumb fuck."

I flushed red, completely embarrassed as I try to pick up my remaining pride. "I-I know that!"

"Sure," he looks at me incredulously and I turned my back on him, muttering softly. "Just cooperate with me, okay?"

The stupid cat doesn't say anything and surprisingly he obliged, walking with his small legs with the leash wrapped around my hands. Then as we were walking, we passed by a pretty white feline with her tail sprung up.

Is it me or she's flaring her ass?

"Can you understand cats, Marco?" I ask in pure wonder, looking back at the feline we just passed by now.

If he could understand cats, he could rule over them and become the cat over Lord and then he would order his cat army to claw and kill me in my sleep.

"Yeah," he says sarcastically. "--I can understand them alright."

"So what did she say?"

"Meow, meow, BITCH!" he sneers looking at me in disdain. "--can't fucking understand cats, stupid."

You didn't have to be so sarcastic about it! I clicked my tongue, wanting to splash water on him.

Aug 1, 2020

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