Devil's Cat

05. A Very Unhappy Grimalkin

Chapter 05: A Very Unhappy Grimalkin

     Once I got over the fact that we'd just circled the entire town looking gods-only-know and came up empty handed and sore feet. I finally asked Dave.

"Umm, what is exactly we want to find?"

Dave looked at me funnily. "Dunno."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"I see."

The cat flipped out. "I just don't want to sit around, grooming my tails and be a cat. I want to do something." He paced around, agitated. My eyes followed him expectantly. We sat down on top of one of the waterlogged wooden bleachers in the city park. There was the shopping mall two blocks away from me that I visited yesterday where my fate with Dave's converged.

"I don't want to be a cat!" He ascertained.

"Okay..." I murmured, feeling dejected and possibly lost. "But, we can't just wander aimlessly until we figure out something."

The cat looked at me. His whiskers trembled. "Then, come up with something." His tone was challenging me.

I grimaced, this was not my battle but I'd guessed I got to stick with him to the end. Oh boy, did I have already fantasizing a day without this furry love god, and it hadn't been 24 hours yet. "Well..." My mind was racing thousands miles per hour. I looked around me. The park was beautiful.

The landscape was dotted with green trees and trimmed bushes. Several lamppost were erected in intervals along the bricks walkway across the park. Pink flowers were blooming and a single butterfly was tending them.

It was tranquil. There was people at the park, a group of kids were playing ball and an elderly couple was feeding the pigeons. A perfect setting to have a nice Saturday date.

Then, a metaphorical bulb lit up on top of my head. "Oh my god, maybe we should go meet this witch I've met yesterday!" I said excitedly.

"A witch?"

"Yes! I actually met her to have a–urmm psychic reading when you suddenly interrupted our session." I explained, feeling quite embarrassed.

My memory of getting my love life reading with Zara the Witch was one that I urgently wanted to delete off from my memory space for mankind's eternity. Janice McCartney shalt not be involved with psychic reading forevermore.

"What's her name?" He asked curiously.

"Zara Black? If my memory serves correctly."

"WHAT?! She!? You should speak about her sooner! Look at the hours we have wasted!" Dave shrieked, his ginger hairs stood up in what I could guess was anticipation.

"Urmm, you know her? Is she legit?"

"Zara Black is one of the greatest and talented witch to ever walk on this God's green earth! We should find her quickly!" He leapt off from the bleachers. Tail wagging snappily. "Let's go, you lead the way!"

Finally, some clues or a solution to Dave's problem. A soft thrum of excitement streamed under my skin. Will this very short and lacklustre journey of finding a cure to Dave's curse come to an end? Will the cat finally transform to his true form and will I get the Heaven's chance to witness a love god's glory? Or will I snap out from this mine of ridiculous train of thoughts?

"Alright. To the mall we go!"

We hurried to the mall. The cat was practically gliding over the floor. I couldn't even see his paws touch the ground. My labour breathing was louder than the heavy thuds of my shoes, trying to catch up with Dave. I was tempted to put a leash around his neck if he wasn't slowing down for me. He said to me to lead the way, but I was falling ten steps behind!