So this week-end has been awfully boring. I was hoping that seeing as I had nothing to do, no books to read, nothing to watch, absolutely nothing - I could at least work a bit on my writing stuff. But no! My Muse decided she had to be off for the week-end. Not that surprising actually, oh well. At last she came back and attacked me right away with nice little ideas - from which, of course, none of them had to do anything with what I'm working on. *sigh*
But there had been one idea that worked out quite well for me, a tiny little short story. And I give this story to my absolutely gorgeous, fantastic, spectacular friend arooza
as a little pre-birthday present :D Hope you like it!
It had started to rain, so I decided it was time to head home. Not that there was anything I could have missed now. The only ones that had been out today had been the obnoxious brat next door and the burly one with the permanent bad mood. I had split up from them rather early. The rest of the day had been very slow going. I had spent some time dozing in the sun and had simply wandered around without any aim. It had been a nice change from the chaotic days this week, but now, with the rain, it was definitely the best to be home all warm and cosy.
As I came close to the house I saw the light was on. So, she was home, too. Well, at least that meant I would get something to eat. I had been hungry for the longest time already today, but more than a few little snacks had not been in it. Anyway, she was early today, or was she late? I really could never remember the time she came home in general. It was more like both of us just simply showed up whenever we felt like it. There was no bickering about that, not even if I decided to stay out for a couple of days. Some of the others were not that lucky, had heard them complain about how they were getting pestered about being at home more often, sometimes you could even hear someone being called home. Well, they always did go then, being way too embaressed. I guess they could have stayed, but having the rest of us on you for the rest of the day was not exactely what you would call the better choice. But no, she was definitely not one of those, she always kept cool about it, she knew that I would come back. It was just a question of trust. We had always trusted each other, right from the start. Thus, living together was easy for us. We knew how much freedom the other needed and when to be close. Although, there were still times when we really annoyed each other.
I went in and headed straight for the kitchen. My heart sank when I did not find the meal I was hoping for waiting for me. Of course, always the same. Why did I always have to remind her that I am hungry? For once she could just have had it ready when I came home. Still hungry and starting to feel irritated I went to the living room looking for her.
And there she was, sprawled on the sofa. She looked worn out and somewhat malancholic. When she saw me, the ghost of a smile flew over her face. I waited staring at her. What was it this time, I wondered. Maybe it had something to do with that bloke that sometimes stopped by. I did not like him the least. He gave off a bad aura, and his attitude towards me always left me grumpy. What she saw in him was a real enigma. But there was nothing I could do about that.
She looked so sad and forlorn that I did not only forget my hunger, my irritation also dissipated. I joined her on the sofa, close enough to feel the warmth of her body. She sighed, and the little smile reappeared. I could tell that she needed some comfort. She started telling me about her day, about what she was upset about. Admitted, I did not really listen to anything she said, but getting it out of her seemed to be more than enough. I could feel her gradually relaxing, and her mood lightened up. I had always been good in cheering her up, no matter how bad it was. She pushed herself up a bit so she could lean on the arm rest and drew me closer. I let her. It was a nice feeling to share each other’s warmth. It had been a good idea to come home.
Life was good the way it was. I had a great home, all the freedom I could ask for, and someone who took care of me. How could I have been any more content than with what I already had? Somehow, I guess, I just loved that can opener.
I rolled myself up next to her, as she settled down onto the sofa more comfortably again. She was silent now, the only sound was the patter of rain on the windows and my blissful purring as she slowly scratched me behind my ears.
“I love you little furball” was the last thing I heard her say, before I drifted into a deep slumber and off to the fields of my dreams, hunting mice and dozing in the sun.