Finger Prints

The Cats

Every morning, Jim would walk down the street and through the bush to get to school. But, something was different this morning. He could feel something, or someone watching him. Then he heard it! A loud hissing sound! He jumped up in fear it was a snake, but the only thing in front of him was a small, calico cat sneaking around. He must have scared it when passing through this small, cramped section of the bushy area.
Jim has always disliked cats. He couldn't place his finger on it but cats had seemed to always creep him out. Maybe he was allergic? No. He would know if he was allergic. He used to own a cat him self. Was it the creepy look in their eyes that would seem to stare into Jim's soul? No. Maybe.... maybe his uneasiness with cats had something to do with the incident.

He kept walking trying to forget about it like he did everyday. Rain. Lots of rain. And screaming. He started walking faster without realizing it. Not rain... blood. Blood coming from the ceiling. He was sprinting now. Pain. He began to run as fast as he could, But not to school. He ran through a small alleyway and stumbled onto a small, crouching, child.
He must be homeless! Jim thought. Maybe I can help him. Meanwhile his teachers at school weren't surprised to not see him there. He had skipped almost the whole school year so this wasn't some rare chase to find him and put him in class.
Jim was just about to get a few dollars out of his wallet when he saw it. It was that very same calico cat. He picked it up and put it back in the bush, but it came right back. He dropped some money to the boy and then started walking home. The boy reminded him of him self. Scared. Hungry. Jim has been running low on supplies lately. Him being on his own and all. So instead of going back home or to school, he decided to work today. Across from the school, there was a neighborhood we're people would hire him for yard work. So he started his normal work routine. He knocked. They answered. He worked.
As he worked he suddenly tripped over a small rabbit. He got blood on his shoes. Blood. Pain. "Great!" Jim shouted. "That's just great!" He picked up the rabbit corps and threw it aside. But then he noticed that cat again. He needed sleep. He could tell because the cat almost looked like it was the one who had taken down that poor rabbit. But the cat is to small to have taken down a rabbit. Rabbits are too fast. His legs started giving in. Then, he fell to the ground unconscious.