Black Cat

Black Cat-2

My name is Sybelle Vertigo, I’m currently 17 years old in my last year of high school. My grade average ranks just over 90% and I have aspirations of becoming a Veterinarian when I go off to university. But I also am apply for a physician course in Pathology. So if the Veterinarian path doesn’t work out I can always become a Morgue technician and just deal with dead people.

For the past 11 years of my life I have begged and pleaded with my parents to get a cat, more specifically a black cat. I absolutely adore them, what I hate most is how cruelly they’ve been treated over the centuries.

I refuse to believe that they cause bad luck, the only bad luck they’ve ever had is being associated with witches and all of that bad stuff from the Witch trials.

Back to the cat, my parents told me that if I wanted a cat I would have to pay for it myself. All of those Veterinarian trips and check-ups, making sure the cat has all its shots. Really it’s insanely pricey, and how could I choose from all those hopeful faces trapped behind silver bars.

Which one could I possibly pick. But today all my problems were solved thanks to the chance meeting in a dark alleyway.

Speaking of that chance encounter, the poor thing was still unconscious. I had been able to blow dry it with my mother’s massive airplane engine strength hair dryer and it had still remained knocked out. I set the scruffy black cat, now all fluffed out, on my bed and stepped back to look at him.

He was the answer to all my problems, I had awkwardly figured out that yes the cat was a he, he looked to be about maybe five years old. He was pretty young and healthy. His nose wasn’t runny there wasn’t any gunk in his ears. I even checked his teeth and found a full mouth of pearly white razor sharp teeth. He was healthy as could be.

So why had he just been left out with the garbage in the freezing rain? I looked down at his soft smoke like black hair and found myself frowning in disdain. Black cat…

“That’s a shitty thing to do!” I blurted out loud.

His head bobbed up instantly his little ears swivelling around before he blinked struggling to keep his eyes open. Instantly my face lit up with joy, my frown flipped into a bright grin and I crouched down in front of him.

“Hey there” I whispered gently petting his head.

A soft rumbling purr emanated from him, his little paws flexed on the light blue fleece blanket.

“Do you wanna stay here?” I murmured tilting my head to the side crossing my arms on top of my bed.

Slowly his eyes closed again and he drifted away, I smirked at the sleepy face he made his little pink tongue peeking out from his furry black lips. I rose from my crouched position next to my bed turning around to grab my bag, the fabric was still wet to the touch but it would dry out in a few days…

I most likely would be tossing it in the dryer later to help it dry up and stop mould from growing. I unzipped the front pocket and dug around searching for the familiar wide rectangular shape of my phone. I had to show Natalie a picture of this little tom cat, he was too cute to pass up.

As I pulled the phone from my purse I flipped the hard cover off of the broad touch screen and quickly typed in the pass code. Dropping to my knee’s I turned around and shuffled over to the edge of my bed raising my phones camera up to snap a quick shot of the sleeping kitty.

He didn’t move or give any notice to me taking several pictures of him. I didn’t even take into consideration that he may be somebody else’s cat, I was assuming that I could keep him. The thought made me sad, I wanted to keep my little rescue.