I waited for him like I did every day. On the couch, staring at the door. The TV did not interest me in any way shape or form. The cables behind the big fat repulsive looking box were annoying to play around with. But I loved him. So I waited. In the same spot on the couch, every day he left me, until I heard his keys jingle in the doorknob. I'd perk up as he had perfect timing as usual, for I was getting rather lonely in this small apartment.
I'd hop off the couch and make my way over to the door.
'Green! Welcome home!' I'd smile up at him, but I couldn't speak for I was a mute. I'd open my mouth and no sound would come out. All because of an infection I'd had when I was younger. My vocal chords had been removed.
He'd look at me with tired eyes, although somehow he still managed to smile at me, pick me up and cuddle me. It was aggravating as he couldn't hear what I had to say.
"Hey Red, how are you?" He'd drop his bag and hold me all to himself, and that made me believe that I mattered to him more than anything else in this world. I kissed him cheek and rub my face against his, happy to see him well.
Then he would set me down on the ground and pick up his bag and walk off to make a quick unhealthy meal for dinner before taking a shower and heading off to bed to get ready for another 12 hour shift tomorrow.
I couldn't wait until the weekend started. Then I could have him all to myself. Like how it should be.
But alas that was only a dream. I'd follow closely behind him as he made his way to the bathroom after he finished his dinner and I mine, dragging his tired feet as he went across the hardwood floor. I felt bad that he had to do this and I couldn't do anything but relieve his pain when he got home by cuddles and kisses.
He'd keep the door open into the bathroom as the only two who were in his apartment were him and I. He did not care if I wondered in or not. I'd say he was comfortable with it. And I enjoyed the muggy air of the shower. I'd wait for him again. Once he was done and dressed in his pajamas, he'd ruffle my hair and pick me up again and we'd head off to bed.
The next day, began and ended the same. I'd greet him when he got home, he'd feed both of us dinner and then shower and head off to bed. But tomorrow was the beginning of the weekend.
The very next morning I awoke and a funny scent drifted through the apartment and I heard a familiar feminine voice, the very voice that belonged to his girlfriend. They were getting married soon to. I doubt I could ever accept it and I didn't really like her all that much since she stole him away from my time with him on the weekends. But what could I possibly do?
Next thing I knew they were gone, off on a date I suppose. With no voice how could I possibly tell him I love him? I knew he loved me, he could tell me that. And all I could do was cuddle back into him.
I wandered into the bathroom, jumped onto the counter and looked into the mirror. I wish things could have been different. I wish I was born like him. I place my paw on the reflection wondering how someone like me could be looking back. He was just like me. Stuck at a wrong turn, as well as the wrong body.
Even if I did have vocal chords and he could hear me, he wouldn't be able to understand.
After all what was a cat like me to do?
