Devil's Cat

02. I Have Met a Cute Cat

Chapter 02: I Have Met a Cute Cat

     After a bizarre experience at the Love Hut, I went out from there with utter disbelief and hilarity. A supernatural force had asked for my help, and Zara the Witch urged me to go and find it.

I didn't know what to believe and I might should just go with it, ride along this craziness. My deepest desire. Lord, that was pathetic. Is that what I have been wanting all this time? I thought to myself. A boyfriend? Well, I guessed, it was a lot better than asking to be the Queen of England.

Walked up ahead, I peered over where the fountain was located in this shopping mall. Crowds of people swarming in the place like usual, Valentine decorations had been put up in a large scale. Red balloons in every corner, a giant heart archway placed at the entrance and beds of colourful flowers.

Myriad of tasty chocolates had been put up on big sales, and oh boy, should I just go and grab some for myself. Forget the Love Hut, forget that I had met the mysterious Zara and forget that my embarassing desire had been dug and pulled out straight from the closet. I swore after this I ain't touching any of free stuff anymore.

Where this supernatural force could be?

How can a deity in distressed trap in a shopping mall?

I weaved through the crowd, eyes scanning the mass and there was a snack bar selling corn dogs and takoyaki. There wasn't anything strange happening and I almost gave up when I heard a small voice.

"Help! Can anybody understand me?"

Was that it? It had a voice of a man. An alluring and sultry voice, which was quite delicious to my ears. It sent a chill through my spine and I began to look around for it or him, possibly.

"Hey! Stop feeding me!"

My eyes landed on a tabby cat, who was standing on its four legs  beside the fountain, crying for help, in a human language!

I froze.

"Hello! Help! SOS! Please, can somebody understand me?" The cat spoke, it moved around on its nimble legs. Tail swishing around madly and one old lady tried to feed it with a fried chicken.

"Grrr, I'm not hungry!" The cat leapt away from the concerned old lady and our eyes met. Its pair of intelligent saucerlike eyes widened in realisation.

"Finally!" The orange cat exclaimed, its lazy gaze regarded me happily. "You've made me wait for so long!"

When the gears in my brain finally started working again, I finally processed that this tabby cat wasn't it, but he and he was the divine power Zara had summoned for my love life reading.

This is not happening.

He came purring and rubbing at my shoes, his fur long and wispy, making him look unnatural. "I've been lonely. Nobody can understand me, except you Janice McCartney."

"You're my saviour!" He continued.

"Eek!" I flinched away from him. Panicked that I understood the cat. Shaking my head, I stepped backward and the old lady approached me with fried chicken in her hands.

"Is this your cat?" She asked.

"Huh? What n–"

"Yeeessss, I'm hers!" He purred, while continued rubbing on my shoes and calves. His long whiskers tickled my bare skin.

"This shopping mall doesn't allow animals inside, you should bring it elsewhere." The old lady advised kindly. "Here do you want to give it some fried chicken, sugar?"