Marry Christmas wish you Larry Stylinson- English

2. December- a mysterious guest

 // Harry //

I was just sleeping a few seconds ago and I have no clue what just woke me up. I'm looking around in the dark room, still feeling a little dizzy from sleeping. My body aches a little cause the couch I've fallen alseep on isn't comfortable at all, unfortunately. The TV in my living room has turned off on itself, so it must be really late in the night, I'm guessing.

I straighten my back and sit up, then I frown a little by the cold floor on my feet now. At the same time as I'm thinking about heading into my bedroom, I hear some strange noises, probably the ones I've woken up on. Slowly I turn my head towards the window where it's coming from. It sounds like some scratching and tapping on glass ...

I'm getting nervous in no time, thinking it'll be a burglar, but then luckily my eyes finds the object that the noises are coming from. Immediately I am relieved and stare at the cat outside on window board.

The moonlight is just shining a little on the cat but it's enough for me to see that it's a young one. With its claws, the cat scratches on the glass and now I can even hear the meowing. The colour of the fur is black, only in the face around the noise and the paws are white like snow. And there, around the neck is also a white spot - it looks like the cat is wearing a white tie!

I laugh out loud on this funny thought and it seems that the cat could hear it. Suddenly it stops to demolate my window and glares at me with big eyes. I stare back at those beautiful green eyes, but then I notice the pain in them. I furrow my brows and then I notice another thing. My gaze wanders above the eyes to the ears, where it some sort of shined strangely. I squint my eyes and then I can see it: this is blood which is shining so weird! The cat's ear is injured!

Without second thought I sit straight to the window and open it. The cat meows surprised and relieved, but then it gets scared and doesn't move. To avoid any hesitation, I put my hand in front of the cat, to let it smell on it. My plan works, so after enough trust in me and my hands, I grab the cat gently at the belly and put it inside my room slowly. It's getting stressed and moves a lot, but as soon as I put it on my lap and pet it, the cat calms down and begins to purr. Now I see that there is a little black dot on the nose.

The whole body is so cold and I begin to wonder how long it was outside, just this night or even longer. Immediately I see the bad injury on the right ear. The half of the ear is missing and the rest of it is full of dried blood. All around the body are bruises and terrible thoughts are getting into my mind, like the poor cat had some fights on the streets with other cats or something like that.

,,Should I go to the doctor with you?", I mumble to the cat. It answers with purring. So I decide to look for a veterinary clinic as fast as possible and take my phone. Just a few moments later, Google says that there is one not far away from my flat, but at this late hour it's closed of course. On their website I'll find an emergency phone number and quickly I'll call them. A young, tired-sounding woman answers my call and after I'll explain the situation, she says I should come to the clinic right now.

Careful I put down the cat on the couch, hoping that it will stay in place. It seems to be okay with it, cause it just lays there and puts the head on the paws. In no time, I grab my stuff like the keys and put on my boots and jacket and a random red scarf. Just before I wanted to go back to the kitten, an idea takes place in my mind and I'll walk into my bathroom. There on my floor next to the laundry rack is my laundry basket. Since I have no cat on my own, I begin to think, and obviously I have no cat box, can't I just use this laundry basket ...?

After short time I just shrug my shoulders and take the laundry basket, which is still full of socks in different colours. Clean, of course.

But the cat likes it, as I lift it gently inside the basket and it cuddles into my socks. With a smile on my lips, I carry myself and the cat to my car outside, luckily without any accident. The cat is allowed to sit next to me throughout the drive, which means I put the laundry basket on the passenger seat. I even try to fix it with the seat belt, but unfortunately it didn't work.