This is my last story of the Summer!

I'm starting Third Year tomorrow and in Third Year you have massive exams at the end of the year. I'm serious, these exams determine what you do for your Leaving Cert which determines where you go to college and everything. So I'm going to have a lot less time on the computer - weekends only - so don't expect a lot of stories for a while. I will try and upload (very) short stories, but I'm also working on a few longer things so ... :/

Anyway, enjoy this story :)

(x x x)

Do you remember how we met, Mungojerrie?

It feels like it was decades ago, we were so young. My memory is a little blurry, slightly distorted: I don't know what's true and what I've added in, to fill in the gaps. But I remember there was rain, a soggy cardboard box that was collapsing around my cold body and then a strange warmth that came with your smile. After that night the two of us were inseperable: we were the most notorious couple of cats London had ever seen (at least, that's what we liked to think).

I can't even remember anything about my life beforehand: everything is cold and grey and hazy, but once I met you everything changed: everything's bright and clear and colourful. I saw our future stretched out in front of us, shining like the sun ... and I couldn't see a cloud in the horizon.

But then, one day, a cloud appeared: a beautiful, pearl-white cloud danced into our lives and covered up our sun. And her name is Victoria.

Suddenly, you don't seem to have any time for meand you spend your days chasing after her. The warmth in your voice vanishes whenever you speak to me. you hardly ever smile when your with her, and the gleam in your eyes, your beautiful eyes, is gone unless you're with her. I catch you staring at her all of the time, and when she speaks to you, your eyes light up and you smile at her.

The worst thing is, despite my efforts, I can't even hate her for stealing you from me. She's so lovely ... any tom would fall in love with her. I could handle that: I could live with any tom loving her ... but you're not just any tom. You're cocky, slightly irritating, a bit of a show off ... but you're also funny, sweet and my best friend.

I know that the reason you show-off so much is because you're trying to impress her, even though she doesn't even notice you.

But, Mungojerrie, I notice you and I love you. I love you so so much. I love you more than whipped cream, my pearls ... everything! That's what you are: You're my everything.

And it's funny, because all you ever talk about is how much it hurts that she doesn't seem to reciprocate your feelings when that's how I feel about you. You don't know how much it hurts me, seeing how happy you are when you're with her.

I'm in love with you and all I want in life is to look into your eyes and make you realise how deeply I feel for you.

But you don't notice me. I can't blame you ... she's so beautiful, I disappear when she's around and it makes me so angry because she doesn't know you: she'll never know you as well as I do.

I want to be able to love you Mungojerrie. To hold you, to kiss you, to have you for myself ... but I'm nothing to you. The only thing you care about is Victoria who is beautiful but aloof, detached and totally ignorant to how wonderful you are and how lucky she is for being the only thing she sees, the only thing that isn't invisible to you.

I would give everything, do anything, to have you look at me the way you look at her - even to have you look at me, because your eyes go right past me, as though I'm not even there ...

I'm just invisible.