8:00 p.m.
I arrived home in Kelvin’s car. He didn’t talk to me and I also didn’t break the silence. I have pride, too. Immediately he parked in the garage I jumped through the opened window and headed towards the kitchen. Oh, I was famished and the only refuge was the refrigerator in the kitchen. I held the door handle and opened the fridge. I jumped into the fridge to shop for some edibles.
There is always a wide range of assorted edibles in Kelvin’s refrigerator. A plus to him. I was busy inspecting the freshness of fried chicken when the refrigerator door closed with a big bang. My heart skipped a beat and the icy air in the fridge entered my spine.
I knew who was behind this. I kicked the door vigorously.
“Open the door, Kelvin!”
There was no response. I kicked again with burning fury.
“Open the door, Kelvin before I break the door!”
There was no response. Not even a pin drop. Ah, could it be that the door had closed by itself? No, that couldn’t be possible. I knew it was Kelvin.
“You wouldn’t want to encounter me and have piece of what I’m capable of, do you, Kelvin?@
No response. Now, I felt my first hunch could be right. It was possible some wind had shut the door closed. I couldn’t stay in there for long. I would freeze and become one of the assorted edibles I was previously looking for. I knew Kelvin wouldn’t think twice about parcelling me for Canella, our next door neighbour’s dog. I hated that dog with all my heart and I wouldn’t end up as his dinner. For the past days now, Canella has been stalking me, not because he has fallen in love with me but because he wanted me in his stinking bowl as food. Even if he had fallen in love with, it was an abomination. I wasn’t a homosexual cat.
“Kelvin!” I screamed loudly. There was no response. “Somebody help me”
A minute in the fridge would be my last minute on earth. I couldn’t die like this. I would have disqualified as an ancestor in a traditional Ghanaian society. Because I knew Kelvin would I died a violent death.
“K-K-K-K-K-Kelvin...” I tried to shout but the weather was too cold. I moved from one corner to another. I know that movement creates heat. I moved up and down and did some press ups but the cold wind knocked out my senses.
“S-S-S-S-Somebody, help me”
“I will let you out on conditions” Suddenly, a voice answered. I couldn’t believe it was Kelvin’s voice for it was so cold and sinister. But it was obviously his voice.
“I hate conditions”
“Alright. Sound sleep”
“Okay! Okay! What are the conditions?”
“You promise to be of good behaviour at all times, stay away from the fridge, and away from all my tins of canned beef, milk, sugar, honey, sardines and all edibles as long I haven’t given them to you”
“No, I won’t” I opposed. I couldn’t think of living my life without stealing something when I needed it.
“Sound sleep, then”
“Alright! Alright! I pr- pr-promise.”
The door flung open and I jumped out immediately. I walked away without looking at Kelvin. I wouldn’t let him see me bend. I entered my bedroom without a word to him. I will spend all night planning my revenge.
What an evening!
YOU ARE READING
DIARY OF A CAT
HumorHis name is Ofori. He is lazy, a glutton and fat. He wants to own his own diary as an expression of his humane traits. But Ofori is a cat. This is the diary Ofori keeps. It is full of his adventures, and it is fun!
