Drabble: Cat
Elizabeth jumped slightly at the noise outside her front door. She was lying on her couch, waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. Her eyes had closed sometime in the twenty or so minutes she'd been waiting, due to her exhaustion. She had worn herself out hurrying about trying to make every little detail perfect for him. Now she yawned and stretched her arms out before lazily rising to her feet.
As she shuffled to the door, she glanced at the elaborate clock hanging on one of the walls. The hands were both pointed at the large 12. Noon…she thought, mildly surprised. But I could have sworn Will said 12:30, and he's always right on time.
Her attention was drawn back to her door at the quiet sound of scratching from the other side. What in the world, she thought, bewildered. She rubbed her forehead sleepily with one of her hands and reached for the doorknob with the other. She opened the door and her lips parted to say hello, but she quickly snapped them shut.
Elizabeth stared out at the empty street before her. There was no one in sight, which wasn't that strange because she lived on a rather quiet street in the suburbs of London. But that didn't make sense now because she knew there had been someone outside of her door. She sighed. Probably just those bloody teenagers, she thought.
She smirked and closed the door. As she turned around to head for the kitchen, she stopped. She cocked her head slightly, more amused than surprised. Sitting before her was a small black cat. It stared up at her with large green eyes that looked almost sad and lost. Elizabeth smiled and crouched down and balanced on her haunches. She held out her hand and called to it.
The little cat approached her cautiously, but began to purr as she rubbed its soft head. "How did you get in here?" she questioned. She rubbed it under the chin, and instantly it closed its eyes and purred louder. "Did you get in when I opened the door, hmm?" The cat continued purring as if to answer her. She grinned and carefully picked it up before rising to her feet.
"Do you have a home?" she asked it. The small black mass of fur meowed mournfully. "No? You do look rather skinny. Are you hungry?" It meowed again. "Yeah? Come on, I'll give you some tuna."
She put the cat down and started walking towards the kitchen. She smiled as she heard the soft pitter-patter of its little feet as it followed her. Once she reached the kitchen, she walked over to the cabinets and opened one up. After a minute of searching, she pulled out a silver can marked 'tuna.' As she turned around, she could have laughed at what she saw. The cat was sitting in the middle of the floor, watching her. Its tail was swishing back and forth along the tile like a duster.
Elizabeth bent down and patted it on the head. "Wait just a minute." She went over to the counter and pulled out a can opener from one of the drawers under it. As she opened the can, the overwhelming smell of fish flooded the room. She didn't mind though. She was one of the few people that loved the smell of tuna, and it seemed the cat was too. Quickly, she spooned the fish into a bowl and placed it in front of her furry new friend who instantly began to devour it.
She smiled and looked up as she heard a sound at the door. Only this time, she knew it was Will.
(A/N:) My first ever attempt at a drabble. I know I went like 300 words over the limit, but I'm horrible at writing short stuff. Hmm...I haven't really signed on to any drabble challenges...I kinda just have my own list of random words that I'll feed off of. Hopefully my next atempt will be better. ;) Oh, and just because I want to let everyone know, this drabble is dedicated to my cat Tasha, who died yesterday. She will certainly never be forgotton and her life was very important to me. May she rest in peace.
