Been too quiet here.
So, here’s something for today.

 

NEKOCHAN

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I can feel her weight on my chest as she protests angrily.

I ignore her for as long as i can, trying to find the fast disappearing trails of sleep i had been on.

A lost cause; i huff in disgust, slowly opening an eye to stare at her balefully.

She returns my look, glare for glare, her blue eyes piercing my grey ones.

Sighing in admission of defeat, i lift her off me and get up, stretching and grumbling all the way.

“You’re so annoying Shelley” i remark under my breath and she hisses in indignation.

Hmph.

She follows me as i leave the bed, walking into the threadbare kitchen.

“We’re broke you know” i whisper as i open the painfully empty fridge.

“Soon, we’d have nothing to eat but each other”

I smile grimly as I bring out the only jar of milk on the fridge. I sniff it.

A little off but it would do.

Getting two bowls, i pour us some milk, ignoring the blobs that come out of the can.

She sniffs in complaint and i sigh.

“Your old man is a loser, Shelley. Third month and no job. Running out of options here”

She shakes her head in disgust and daintily takes the proffered milk.

I smile, stroking her, feeling her relax under my palm.

“Your old man would soon start writing. You just wait. Forget journalism. I’d write a book, Shelley. A best seller. You’d be proud of me then, wouldn’t you?”

She huffs in disbelief and i smile sadly. Can’t blame her.

I’ve been saying the same thing for the past one year.

We eat in silence and when we done, i run water on the bowls. At least, I still have that.

I clean my wet hand on my shorts when I’m done and together we go into the living room.

She scampers immediately on top of my books on the table by the window sill, as if in reminder, ‘Start writing, bozo!’

I smile at my cat, carrying her away from the table.

“Not yet, you slave driver” i murmur, stroking her lazily.

“Don’t worry Shelley” I mutter sleepily, eyes heavy. “If we get kicked out, I’ll build you a lovely shoebox. Won’t be so bad… for you at least…you’d see…”

She shakes her head in exasperation, bemoaning in her feline lingo, what terrible owner she has. She scratches my chest spitefully and I wince momentarily snapped out of my sleep-induced fugue.

“Don’t swear at me Missy” I slur and slowly, my eyes drift to a close, my only companion and lover, curled in my lap.

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Yes, it is just a simple story.
No twists or turns- or death and doom. (  ..)
Neko is Cat in Japanese.

I’ll be a lot more present here, promise.
Anyway, do have a lovely weekend ahead!
Jana!

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