Black Cat

Black Cat-4

The pet store was closing up when I had left, I had gotten a small bag of kitty litter, a black plastic container for the kitty litter. A metal food dish with a matching water dish and some kibble. The lady there had been really nice and  had even given me a package of catnip mice for Balto to play with. I was proud of myself and the purchases I had made.

I laid out my items on the bed in front of Balto for him to inspect, he moved through them all and finally came to the toys, his eyes dilated and he sneezed. Very quickly he went from being held back and reserved to a bouncing happy energetic kitten attacking the still packaged mice.

His tail puffed up and his claws dug right through the plastic bag tearing into it. The mice sprung free and one flew through the air to land on my carpet, all I saw was a blur race after it stopping short on top of the mouse and flipping over onto his back.

He was really happy with his new toys.

Once again I felt proud of myself. I had done the right thing, he was happy again.

“You want any more of this pizza?” My dad called from down the stairs.

I glanced over at my plate with the two untouched slices, one was actually Balto’s and he had eaten maybe a quarter of it before curling up and cleaning himself.

“No thanks!”

I lifted up my plate and dropped the pizza into the trash, Burr, My spine stiffened and I turned towards the low bass coo. Balto was perched on the edge of my bed giving me a sideways look, his ears twitched and he looked down to the garbage can.

I placed my hand on my stomach, the hunger I had an hour ago was gone.

I opened my mouth to explain to a cat why I wasn’t eating but stopped myself, why exactly did I find it necessary to explain to a cat why I did something. That definitely was not normal, for anybody really.

I shook my head and set the plat down on the corner of the vanity. It was around six thirty now, which meant I had to call Natalie and fill her in on my day.

Natalie was my best friend and even though we went to school together we barely saw one another, aside from the lunch. So we started calling each other after school, and we would talk. We were closer than sisters. I jumped at my bed landing on my stomach, I grabbed my phone from off my bedside table tapping the screen to turn it on and then I quickly typed in Natalie’s number.

On the third ring she picked up, music was blasting in the background.

“Hey sister from another mister!” She shouted into the phone, “How’s the new pussy?”

I laughed at her kicking my feet in the air, I could feel my face going red. We were night and day really, most people couldn’t believe that we were friends. Natalie was that girl in high school who could get any boy she wanted just by saying the word date.

She was curvy, she was stylish, and she loved the attention. Normally I would have hated her, except we grew up together and I knew the real her.

Sure there were rumours around the school that she was a major  S-L-U-T, but that’s all they were. She promised her dad back in grade nine when she started wrapping boys around her finger, that she would never give up her V-card until she found that Mr. Right. But she was a great actor, and she played her role very convincingly.

“He’s angry at me” I murmured into my pillow.

She scoffed, I listened to her door shut and the music volume began to lower. “An angry pussy is a bad pussy” She giggled.