DIARY OF A CAT

17th November (2)

8.00A.M

I could not have the sleep I desired. Harrison yelled at any displeasure. He is totally unbearable. I showed and dried up under the electric drier, that thing scares me. What if I get electrocuted? That would be my end. Two things were bound to kill me. If not a heart attack as a result of Harrison’s mad yells, then an electrocution. I was looking furry when I escaped death under the electric drier. I jumped outside and searched for either Kelvin or Uncle Mark. I felt hungry and I needed something good… yet tasty to eat.

I found Uncle Mark in the dining hall seated in front of Harrison and Akua. The two cats were eating… in my plates. I couldn’t believe it. I did not share my eating utensils with anyone so I could not imagine them eating their filth in my plates. I was about to raise objection when Harrison spoke.

“I hate these plates. Were they made from mud or something?”

I was about to say a piece of my mind to him when Uncle Mark spoke.

“Ceramic, Harrison”

“Cheap wares. I don’t eat from cheap wares and you know that! So why do you put this poop you call food in this mud plate for me to eat in?!” Harrison screamed in anger, frowning deeply.

God bless my heart! I was boiling with anger but anger Uncle Mark prevented me from freeing my mind.

“This is what we have here at the moment. So, why don’t you use it for now. We will spend only two days here, and that isn’t too long”

“No! No! No! I can’t bear this anymore, Mark! I can’t take this anymore. I want to go back to our house.”

“Leave… Go ahead and leave this place!” My magma had erupted.

“Mark, you heard what he said?!” Harrison screamed, pointing at me.

“I’ve also had enough of your shouting, screaming and yelling! Are you a new born cat? Even new borns have learnt to keep their mouths shut minutes after birth. All you have done is to complain, complain and complain. What sort of cat are you? A psychiatric cat? Some homeless crazy cat who has no manners? Leave this house, if you want to. You are simply unbearable!”

‘You heard him?’ Harrison looked all worked up. “You heard what this fat, shapeless, stupid cat said? Tell him to apologize now.”

“Apologize?

“Mark! Tell him to go down on his fucking damn hind legs and beg for forgiveness and mercy or else…”

“Or else, what? What will you do, dumb ass cat?”

Harrison jumped down from his chair and left the dining room, holding me in a sinister glance. I was not afraid of him

if he thought his gaze would frighten him. I looked up and was met by the gaze of Akua. It was such a sweet gaze that I couldn’t look away but behold it. It seemed that I hadn’t really looked at her and seen her for all her features. Why can I when Harrison is around to distort not only my hearing but my sight as well.

She jumped down delicately with grace and walked out without saying anything to either of us.

“Uncle Mark, I’m sorry.” I apologized to him. “Harrison needed someone to say some lines of sense into his hollow skull.”

“No problem.”

I jumped on to the dining table.

“Looks like he has dominated you completely, am I right”

He did not respond. It felt suspicious. I did not know where that feeling streamed from. But, I felt there was something amiss.

“Does Akua talk?”

“Ofori, don’t mess up with that one. She is more terrible than Harrison” He warned.

“Why? How?”

“You wouldn’t want to know”

My curiosity gland was bubbling alive and the fact that he said I didn’t have to know meant I had to deeply know. I jumped down. It was still morning. I couldn't just waste it on those two strange cats and their unbelievably transformed master or should I say servant.

Hmm... what a morning!