Chapter 2 A New House
It was a cold and rainy day outside. I was out in the freezing, wet weather, drenched to where I could feel it on my skin. I go under a few trees for cover and to dry out a bit before continuing. Unexpectedly , I hear growling from behind. I turn around to see glowing red eyes, staring at me coldly. I could feel the warmth of their breath on the back of my neck and smell the stench of their breath. My fur was standing on end. Instincts told me to run away, but I could not. It was as if the eyes were keeping me stationed to where I was. My legs would not respond to what I was thinking so I stood there, mesmerized, frozen to the spot. My inner conscience kept telling me run away Nutsy, run away before it's too late! But I could do nothing about it. It was now already too late to run away. I was helpless. When the eyes came closer and closer to me, I saw that they were coyotes, starving, hungry coyotes. Saliva was dripping from their mouths as I just crouched there, knowing that my death was coming. I heard one of the coyotes say, the alpha, "Our dinner today was an easy catch. He will be effortless kill."
I saw the alpha flick the tail, the signal to attack I assume, and the whole pack came and pounced on me. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that someone, anyone, could hear me and save my life…
My dream was interrupted by someone shaking me roughly. I looked up and saw it was Rooster. I put my head down again.
He said, "You must be a very deep sleeper. It took me ages to wake you up! Have you not slept well in the past few days?"
I got up and stretched before answering, "Yeah. I haven't slept this well in a long time! But thank goodness you woke me up because I was in the midst of a bad dream!"
I looked at him and expected to be asked something about my dream but Rooster didn't say anything. Then I remembered my plans for that day.
"Hey Rooster, if you don't mind, I'd like to roam around a bit and check out the neighborhood."
"Aw man!" whined Rooster. "I wanted to give you a tour on this house that you're in! But I guess it can wait."
"Yeah you're right. It can wait."
"Well, if you're really so determined to go roaming around the neighborhood, then let me give you a good tip first."
He paused then continued. "This neighborhood is big, so don't go wandering off too far. You might get lost. When I go walking with my owners everyday, we don't even walk too far from our house, so just be careful ok? I don't want you to get lost on your first day."
"How touching. Thanks for the tip because if you hadn't told me, I might have gone wandering too far but since you told me that, I'll be sure to take extra precautions." I turned around and got ready to leave but remembered something. I turned back around and asked, "Do you happen to know what time it is?
"I think it's probably nine. Why?" Rooster asked.
"Oh. It's nothing. I'm just wondering, that's all. Well see ya!"
Then I thought it probably wouldn't hurt to stop for breakfast first so I went in the direction of the kitchen, ate, and finally, I was off.
I had barely walked for twenty seconds when I saw my owner's neighbor's daughter. At least I thought it was their daughter because she was far too young to be an adult. She was a kid at the age of nine.
She saw me and I heard her squeal with delight. I rolled my eyes. Human kids were so absurd. They were nothing like animals at all. But I took chances anyways and walked over to investigate. The little girl was really cute! From here on out, I think I'll decide to adopt them—er—I mean they adopt me of course! Just pretend I never said that ok? But unfortunately, only on the weekends. Ok. That was a big spoiler. I wasn't even supposed to tell you that until in some other chapter! Ignore that too if you please! It will ruin all the fun! Well, I guess it's too late now so I'll just go on like nothing happened…
So when I saw the little girl (later to be known as Christina) sitting on the swing on her front porch, I approached her cautiously. I didn't want anything bad to happen on my first day here after all. She stared at me and scrutinized me closely while I did the same. Then out of the blue she just started laughing! How dare she? How could one be so disrespectful to a cat like me?
"Watch your manners lady!" I hissed.
But she did look friendly enough. I decided to find out if she was what she looked. She was and I got along with her just fine. She started to pet me and I started to purr.
"Oh yeah. Now this is what I'm talking about! This is life!" I purred. She was scratching me right behind my ear and my chin, where I liked it most.
We sat there together for about an hour or so. A little time later, she picked me up, put me beside herself on the swing (she's been crouching on the ground beside me the whole time), got up, and headed for the door. What the heck? I thought. Who picks up a cat, put's him on the swing, then leaves? What type of person does that? She was opening the screen door and before she went in the house, she smiled and waved at me. Enough was enough! I jumped off the swing and bolted into the house, all in a snap of a finger. The girl was shocked. She just stood there with her mouth gaping open. I was surprised how big the house was. I had three choices: left, right, or keep going straight. I chose left. Bad choice. It was the living room and currently the kid's mom and dad were sitting there talking. Next, I saw a low table with a TV on top. I ran under the table as quick as I could and crouched there in the shadows, hoping that I'll blend in and they wouldn't be able to see me. No such luck: it was already too late. They had already seen me. There were two sofas. One to the right of the room and one to the left. A woman was sitting on the left and a man on the right. The man started yelling, "Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing in the house?" And the woman started to scream at the top of her lungs! What was she thinking? I don't know what was so scary about a yellow and white cat! I had always thought I was the cutest and most handsome cat in town! And I groomed myself the night before too! Maybe humans have second thoughts. If that's the case, then they have bad taste. I don't know, but for now, let's get back to what I was originally talking about.
The man picked me up and I started hissing, biting, and scratching but nothing worked. And do you know what he said next? He rudely said, "Don't you hiss at me!" And this whole time, the little girl who I thought supposedly loved me just stood there, watching the whole thing and not even lifting a finger to try to help me out! Well, actually, I admit it, I lied. She actually did try to do something to help but it didn't work. She said, "Hey! Why can't the little kitty cat stay? It's not like he's going to go poo-poo or pee-pee in the house!" That's what she said. But please just don't tell anyone ok? It was kinda embarrassing. Then the man said, "That's exactly what I'm worried about! You can still be with the cat but don't let him inside!" So after he said those exact words, he shoved me outside.
But of course, since I'm the most special cat in the world, they eventually do let me in but that's like much later in life. So that's how I met my so-to-be-called second owners.
I had better get back home. It looks like it's about to rain anyways. I rushed back home and slept the whole entire rest of the day.
The spoilers and stuff were put there on purpose. It was supposed to describe the personality of the cat a bit more. I'll be updating soon so keep your eyes peeled.