The Disease

It's 2017 and today is the day of my year eleven biology exam of which I have studied my butt off for. I'm trying to study, to become a vet but my mums not so sure I should. She's dead set on me 'carrying on with the family business' by becoming a florist. I sit down on my bed revising for the exam when out of know where, my mum barges into my room. Here we go again...."Come on Scarlett, I think science is a great hobby to have... But do you really want to waste your life on...", My mum drifts off. "On....what? The chance to create something that could possibly save man kind? Or, something that might just give me a chance in life? and it's biology", I say at her a lot more aggressively than planned. "Scarlett, I won't have it, I mean sure, ace your exam blah blah but then, honestly and truly, you have to keep safe our little treasure-", I stop her between her sentence "Our little treasure? YOUR Little treasure! Mum, you sell flowers! That cause allergies and hay fever, of which I might be able to create a cure for and completely eradicate! Mum, give me chance!" Angrily, I storm past her and head to the kitchen where I find waiting for me MY Precious little treasure. Misty, who is my dark grey, extremely fluffy and obtusely fat cat awaits for me at the bench in front of her bowl. I pour a can of some revolting tuna onto Misty's plate and turn the volume up in the t.v. 'A fatal uprising of the disease 'Flanoma' which is causing all furry felines to become infected....' I stare at the t.v in shock. "Did you here that Misty? The disease 'Flanoma'.....infecting all cats".......

2 weeks later and I've gotten the results of my exam. Whoa, ninety-eight percent? This is unreal! I can't wait to tell Misty, she'll be thrilled. The bell rings and I race out of class picking up my bike and make a dash to get home.

As I walk in the door, I see Misty sitting on the couch. I put my books on the bench and pick up her shot. Ever since this virus has broken out, the government ordered that all cats have this shot twice a day. It's about ten millilitres of purple and green goop. I know she hates it, I can see it in her eyes. She looks really tired, and even more fat. I switch on the t.v to distract her on comes the news. 'Now almost forty percent of the worlds cats have died off....' Said the news reporter. I did some research on this 'Flanoma' disease an apparently it goes into their bloodstream and starts decaying away at the brain and if we want our cats to live the they have to have the shot. Slowly I insert the needle, I can see her tense up as she hisses at me.

It's now the year 2018 and, basically, 90% of the worlds cats have died and today is Misty's check up at the vet. Although I would do it myself, I only graduated from high school last year so technically I'm not fully qualified.
As we walk into the check up room I see needles, gloves and........ Happy gas masks. "Um, excuse me.. What are the masks for?" I ask the nurse who seems to be in a hurry. "Oh you know..... For the cats that won't last very long...", she says as though it's not relevant. Cats that won't last that long? What is this place? Shouldn't they be trying to help? Before I know she already finished examining her. "well, your quite lucky Miss Roberts.... Your little Misty here appears to be one of the last five hundred cats left on this earth..." Wow, only five hundred? I scoop her into my arms as she nuzzles into my elbow crease. Then the nurse stats up again, "have you been giving her the daily shots that are required?" I stare at her, suddenly realising she asked me a question. "Oh.... Uh, yes. Yes I have", I splutter out. "Ok then, I believe your all fine."

2019. I'm sitting on the couch in my apartment, reading over some of my vet notes and Misty accidentally steps on the remote causing the t.v to turn on. 'Hello everyone, I have some terrible news. In our world today, there is only one cat left in the entire world', What? No way... How? How is it possible? Is Misty the last one? I jump as the phone rings. "Hello Miss Roberts, I'm your cat, Misty's specialist doctor and it appears that you have the last remaining cat on earth", I hang up immediately. Whoa.... Last one. "Can you believe it Misty?"
There's nothing. Just the chatter from the t.v. I get up and search for her only to find her nestled in her bed asleep. "Come on bubs, I get you some lunch." But she doesn't move. "Misty?" I freeze as the t.v splurge out an announcement 'There are officially no cats left on this earth'