A month has passed since Angel's arrival. Things got easier now that she was there to lend a hand. They divided work equally, did their laundry, and handled meal plans pretty well. One evening the two of them lounged around with takeout for dinner. Blankly watching whatever the TV was playing at that hour, it was boring, some nonsensical inaccurate historical drama that sent Navrose right to dreamland.
Angel glanced at the clock, back to the TV, and just as she was about to get up, there was scratching. Then something fell over. This wasn't a good time for Navrose to be dead asleep on the couch.
Angel attempted to wake him for a solid two minutes before she eventually caved. Grabbing a broom from the kitchen, Angel gingerly crawled outside to the back of the house, pushed the door open with her left foot, and then stopped. There, sitting on the pavement, was a cat. A little blue-gray cat with sleepy green eyes. It stared at Angel, and she stared back. Frozen with fear. What kind of cat was it? Why is it here?
It was like they were caught in some sort of trance. The seconds seemed to stretch on the longer Angel and the cat looked at one another before it let out a raspy mewl.
“Are you…hungry?”
Angel croaked out, setting the broom down on the floor. Then sat on the cement, letting the cat slowly make its way over to her. It made circle after circle around Angel. Was it examining her? Did she smell like food? The blue-gray feline mewled one last time before it waltzed into the house, leaving Angel confused. It took her a moment to let it all sink in. Wait, fuck, it went to the house. The cat happily pranced about on the floorboards, jumping onto the counters, leaping off the tables, and bouncing off the walls. Leaving its scent everywhere it went.
Angel snatched the feline before it could jump off of the couch, ran into her bedroom, and plopped the kitten onto her bed. “What do you want?”
At that moment Angel only had two thoughts. One, where did the cat come from? Two, can she keep it? She thought the cat could be one of her neighbours; Navrose would've warned her of them, though. So to Angel, since this cat has no collar, it's made itself home in her house, and it left its scent on her. The cat belongs to her.
The cat leaped right into Angel's arms, its claws sank into the fabric of her clothes as it climbed onto her shoulders and collar. It was painful but ticklish; the soft fur brushing against Angel's skin felt strange in a good way. The cat eventually hopped off on Angel, exposing her to the crisp cold night air. “You're so cute..”
The cat mewed in response, watching Angel bend down to it so she could admire the kitten more. It was like Angel was stuck in some sort of trace, stars forming in her eyes as she just knelt there staring at the cat. It meowed one more time before the cat got bored of Angel, curled up into a ball then fell asleep.
On the outside, Angel remained calm, she smiled at the little ball of fluff as she got up from the floor and slowly walked out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as possible so she wouldn't wake it up. On the inside, however, she was screaming like a madman. Angel quickly shuffled to the washroom just to stamp her feet, giggling with delight. “It's so cute!! It's so cute!” She shrieked, it's been a while since she found something so adorable. She's had a dog, and a couple of fishes, but a cat?
An actual cat was the cutest thing she ever laid her eyes upon. Angel never slept that night; she stayed up beside the cat, watching its every move like a hawk.
“FUCK!” with a thud, Navrose slid off of the couch, landing head-first on the hardwood floor. The cat was scared awake, it didn't help that Angel made it worse. The first thing it saw was Angel's face, long hair, and shiny glasses peering down like a shadow. It hissed, then scratched her cheek, leaving a nasty scar and a crying Angel.
It continued its cries and whines, Angel was quietly sobbing, and Navrose heard it all from downstairs. Did he care? Not in the slightest, Verena gave every warning imaginable. “She tends to space out,” “gets reckless when alone,” and more. It was all neatly stored away inside Navrose and Verena's text messages.
He missed her. It wasn't out of the ordinary to hear Angel crying alone, it was concerning, but she tends to get agitated or even restless. It was normal by the second week, but it never failed to secretly hurt Navrose. The fact he now has to deal with Angel's mania and can't do anything about it hurts.
The cries stopped, then the shuffling started. “What in fucks name is that?” Navrose mumbled he didn't wanna get off of his spot, but if Angel was getting hurt, he'd be killed. He reluctantly got himself up from the couch, then lazily dragged himself up the stairs. Peered into Angel's room to find her sitting on the floor, using a ribbon as a makeshift toy to play with a blue-gray cat.
“Hey, uncle.” Angel didn't look his way, her gaze was fixed on the little cat, “Hey, where did that…Cat come from?” “The back.” It wasn't the fact that the cat spawned from ‘the back’, it was the fact Angel was like a robot. It was scary, just seeing her frozen in place, playing with the cat with a blank stare.
"Angel..." They mumbled, face palming then letting out a long weary sigh. Pushing their hair back, Angel glanced away. This was going to be an interesting chat.
