Snitches Get Stitches

3: C A T

I decided to leave school early so I could visit that cat for a few minutes and still be able to get home on time. The ointment on my legs were wearing off, causing me to limp as I walked. 10 minutes go by and both my legs start to throb, I can't take a break even though I really want to. If I were to take a break I'd probably get home late and get hurt again so I continue walking until I see the cat laying down on the grass; still in the same spot I put him in yesterday.

I couldn't really tell if it was a cat or a kitten, the cat was so malnourished and it had long shaggy black fur and big blue eyes. I couldn't tell what type of cat it was either, I've never been much of a cat person but I love animals. It's legs were clearly broken, I feel bad for the poor cat. It was breathing very slowly, it's eyes closed. I quietly and carefully take off my backpack and open it, taking out the granola bar and the bottle of water.

I carefully open the granola bar and break off a piece. Then I open up the water bottle and take a couple of sips, quenching my thirst. I look at the cat and gently poke it's belly, wanting it to wake up, "Come on kitty, wake up. I have food." I sing, waving the piece of granola under it's nose. I see the cats nose twitch as it's blue eyes weakly open. "Hi there, kitty." I say in a high pitched voice, placing the granola piece against it's lips. It slowly and weakly opens it mouth, taking a bite. It takes a moment for the cat to finish eating the granola piece. The cat opens its mouth, wanting more. I break off another piece and give it to the cat, watching it eat.

"Aw poor cat, you must've been starving." I say to myself, giving it another piece. Half the bar is gone and the cat seems to have gotten some energy. "Do you want some water now?" I ask the cat, knowing that it's not going to respond. I hold the bottle top in my left hand, holding it with my thumb and index finger, slowly and carefully pouring the water into the bottle top. Once I finished pouring I slowly bring the top to the cats mouth, careful not to spill it as I watch the cat drink the small amount of water. I continue to do this for about 10 minutes until I remember that I have to get home. "Shit!" I curse, standing up abruptly, which startled the cat. "S-Sorry!" I apologize, packing up all of my things.

I put my backpack on and go to go walk but I stop, turn around and look at the poor cat. It's laying on it's side, breathing a bit faster than earlier, but it looks so sad, and I don't want to leave it. "I'm sorry kitty, I can't take you home... my dad would kill me." I say to the poor cat as it stares into my eyes, "I really wish I could take you with me." I walk back to the cat and lean down to pet it, feeling it's soft but matted fur. I'm surprised that it let me touch it; usually wild cats are pretty hostile.

Suddenly a car, a really nice car may I add, drives by me. I don't pay it any mind as I continue to pet the cat. A couple of seconds goes by and I hear something from behind. I turn around to see the same really nice and expensive looking car slowly driving in reverse towards me. The car stops when it reaches me, "Clementine? You okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking! I was just helping this injured cat but I really have to get home so could you take care of it for me? Pleaseeee?" Louis gives me a confused look, trying to understand the sentence that I said so quickly. I tap my foot impatiently, really having to go. "I'm really in a hurry, Louis! So what do you say?"

"Wait, so let me get this straight, you want me to take care of this injured cat?"

"Yes." I nod eagerly. "I really have to go so what do you say? Can you take care of the cat for a bit?"

"Why can't you do it?" He asks, as I pick up the injured cat and hold it like a baby. "Ew, you picked it up! It's dirty!" Louis cringes, I just shrug. "My parents aren't really fond of animals, especially my dad."

"Well, I'm not fond of cats."

"I'm not either, but it's injured and I really need you to help me. Please." I say, giving him a pleading look. Louis sighs, "Fine fine, I'll help you. BUT on one condition." I smile, "Okay, what's the condition?"

"We have to become closer."

I arch a brow, "Closer? Closer how?"

"Closer as friends, I want to get to know you more. You seem interesting."

"Interesting? How so?"

"That's for me to know and for you to eventually find out. Now hand me the cat." I walk closer to the car and gently hand Louis the cat through the window, "Be gentle with the cat, it's 2 legs are broken." I tell him, pointing at the broken limbs. "Broken? Aw poor kitty." He frowns at the cat.

"I really have to go now! Um, I guess just feed it some food and water when you get home and be careful with it's legs, please!" Before he could say anything else I run off, needing to get home ASAP.