Charles's POV
It's been a week since I decided to take in my cat Dream. And everything's been great. Although I do talk to him when I'm bored out of my mind.
"Have you ever eaten a meatball, Dream?"
"Meow."
"No? Me neither."
And play a game of chess with him.
"Checkmate."
"....."
"Mrawr!"
"Did you just flip the chess board?"
He's a picky eater.
"Eat the goddamn fish!"
"Hiss!"
"Don't you hiss at me, buster!"
A professional stuntman.
"Dream, get down! The chandelier is not a playground! No, no, no! What are you doing on the edge?! No! Dream!"
And a writer.
"Can you type in 'bastard'?"
"Meow." Ding. Ding. Ding.
"Y-O-U. You? Wait, me? You little shit, I'm not a bastard."
Overall, it's been wonderful. I haven't had this much fun since boarding school where I had friends.
I did notice that he was rather highly intelligent for a cat. But I shrugged it off. I've never seen a cat in all my life since Dad was so strict so I would never know if Dream was intellectually different than other cats.
He's been going out since yesterday and comes back late into the night. I don't deny the fact that I'm worried but he was a stray cat until recently so I don't blame him if he misses his late night strolls in people's roofs.
It was currently 8:50 pm and Dream usually comes back at 9 and goes missing at 7.
"Ten more minutes til he's back. I'll just watch T.V. to pass some time." I said to myself trudging to the living room where the television was.
As I was changing channel after channel a knock resounded around the walls prompting me to turn off the T.V. and stand.
I thought it was just my imagination but a knock came again.
"Who in their right mind would come here in the rain?"
Knock. Knock.
"Coming!" I yelled. "Persistent shit."
As I reached the front door and was about to open it, it suddenly opened with a bang. Like someone pushed.
"Fuck! What is your problem?! Suddenly opening the door, are you stupid?! Stars, my leg hurts." I screamed to whoever it was that pushed the door.
"I don't appreciate being called stupid by someone who is. Stand up, boy. You look ridiculous on the floor."
I froze hearing the voice. It was raspy and cold. And strictly firm.
"Dad...?"
What is he doing here? I don't want him here.
I couldn't look at him and I still stayed frozen on the floor with tons of question in my mind. The main one being 'What the fuck?!'.
"Did you not hear me, Charles? I said stand up, boy! Don't make me repeat it thrice." his voice boomed, bouncing off the walls. Echoing through the empty halls.
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Cat-tastrophe Tale
FanficA week of living alone was peacefully melancholic for him. His weekly allowance was enough to feed him for years so the matter of money wasn't a problem. Companionship was though. After a week of living alone, of wishing for someone to accompany him...
