The House on Clamoribus St

Chapter 5 - Jamie

"Meeeow."

"Holy Hell, you're a cat." I breathed. "Just a cat....oh my gosh a cat....ok.....cat." I pointed at it as if telling it what it was would suddenly help the poor creature realize it's species had a name. "Cat...Kitty....Feline....I think I'm going to throw up."

I reached a hand around my stomach, trying to stop the nausea that was building in it's center. My four legged grass buddy didn't look all that impressed. "Hey, you try having the night I'm having and let's see you not toss your sardines."

It just continued to look blankly at me, as if it had been expecting more when it decided to take a seat within my bubble space.

"Where did you even come from?" I asked it, even pausing in case it decided to do me the honor of giving an answer. No such luck.

I breathed an annoyed sigh, and gave my new friend a little stroke.

"Do you live around here?" I asked, trying to peer past the dark in case I had somehow missed a cabin.... or a hunting lodge. Anywhere that would happen to have a phone, considering it had been my misfortune to leave my cell on the kitchen counter.

"Meeeeow." The ebony wonder answered back.

"Well I don't see...." I turned my head to the far right and my throat dropped. Yep.... There was indeed a house I had missed, but it wasn't what I was expecting on an empty road in the middle of nowhere meets nowhere.

Floor upon floor upon floor, the magnanimous structure of a house reached toward the omnipresent sky. Upward it menacingly loomed with a sinister gaze upon the world.

"Oh hell no...."

The cat didn't give me much room for argument. It leaned up against it's back legs with an expecting look in it's eyes, before reaching out a front paw and giving my left cheek a solid smack.

A boxing match with a fur ball hadn't been included on my evening's agenda, obviously, so that simple pat had been included with just enough force to knock me on my back. I stared up from my sprawled position, waiting for the feline to continue with another blow, but instead it stared down with a look that could've passed off as pity.

A cat was feeling sorry for me. How low could one possibly fall in a matter of 20 minutes?

"I need to find my step brother," I dully said to the cat. "Were kinda dead right now because my step mom is going to have a cow about her car."

"Meeeeow."

"That's what I was thinking, but of course she'd never understand. It's just going to be 'My car....my precious.....ahhhhh'. You know?"

"Meeeow."

"Thank you." I smiled up at him, before crunching forward back into a sitting position. The house still felt particularly suspenseful, but it was the only destination within sight so options were limited.

Slowly rising into a standing position, I took a moment to brush off any loose grass from my clothes. There was no way I was going to go knock on a random house door looking like an un-dead version of myself.

"Let's go," I motioned toward the cat, "Maybe they'll be a nice bowl of milk involved for your services."

"Meeeow."

"Ok....maybe some tuna too."