"I Hate Catís"


It was a dark and dismal night when I left the bar. Working twelve hours a day took its toll after six days. The chill, and rain didnít bother me much, with the few beers I had in me. The rain woke me up a bit. It was only a couple of blocks home, through the back alleys. It was hard to see. There were no streetlights in the back alleys, and the rain didnít help. The only sound was the falling rain, and my footsteps.

Iíve spent a lot of time outside, at knight, in the wilderness and am not a jumpy person, but I had a very real feeling I was being followed. I turned my head, just enough to see behind me. There was nothing there. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. Someone ,or something was stalking me. Scared, maybe a bit. Annoyed more than anything, that someone would be so foolish to think that I was an easy mark.

Iíve spent a lot of time outside, at night, in the wilderness, and I am not a jumpy person, but I had a very real feeling I was being followed. I turned my head, just enough to see behind me. I could see nothing there. The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. Someone, or something, was stalking me. Scared, maybe a bit. Annoyed more than anything, that someone would be so foolish to think that I was easy pray. Of course, if someone intended to rob you, they probably had a weapon of some kind. I wasnít a big guy, but I had a few scraps in my days and came out on top, most of the time.

I was on guard, muscles taught. I listened for any sound that might give an attacker away. The rain hindered my eyesight, but I could still see well enough. The ally was dark, with more than enough places to hide, plenty of places to set up an ambush, if that might be the case. I was tense, my nerves on edge, the hair on the back of my neck was still standing straight up. I knew there was something out there. There was still one more ally to go before I was at my back door.

I heard a can rattle, and I just about jumped out of my skin. Only about half a block to go. It started to rain harder, and it seemed to be getting darker. It felt like they where getting closer. My building, with its insufficient lighting, was also getting closer. Suddenly there was a hiss, and a screech, I turned ready for anything. Something was jumping at me. It was to dark to see clearly. Then it was on me. I fell on my butt and grabbed a hold of a very wet bundle of fur. My cat, Snow, which looked more like a drowned rat, had a dejected look about her, but started purring anyway. Snow crawled inside my jacket and stuck her head out, as I laughed and walked the rest of the way home. You ask me why I hat catís, isnít ten years off oneís life reason enough. I was forced to move a month later, and the new apartment didnít allow animals. I had to find a new home for Snow. I still miss her to this day.


Richard B.


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