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She moved a few strands of her red hair away from her face. As if the cat could understand what she said, she stopped eating and rubbed itself against Alijah's leg. "Come here, you good pet." She scooped the cat up and embraced her. "Don't worry, I'll take care of us." She hoped that she could keep that promise. "But first, let's hope this man wakes up soon." The cat meowed in support.

She answered in a far-off voice. Slowly I opened the door and walked in. She was looking through some paperwork and had her laptop open beside her. A long haired gray cat mewed at me and jumped down from the couch beside me and started to rub along my legs. Another quick scan around the room confirmed we were alone, and I turned the lock as I closed the door. It seemed she still didn’t realize I was standing here. A smile spread across my face. “Hey Kitten.” I grinned even more when she jumped slightly and looked up at me shocked.

My perfect dream, sitting there beside me, alive and unafraid. She was still talking when I pulled onto the highway, her voice soft but alive with that nervous excitement she got when she was passionate about something. “So then this little guy, okay, he was this scrappy street cat, right? Missing half his tail, covered in fleas, hissing at everyone but the moment I held him, he just melted,” she said, grinning out the window. “And now he’s living with this old lady who knits him sweaters. Sweaters, Adriano. For a cat. He looks like a cupcake.”

Phoebe hung up, turning to the woman by her side. The woman had been staring at her for a long time now. They were sitting by the water fountain, the woman had a pet, a cat, in hand. “What’s wrong?” Phoebe said to the woman who still didn’t take her eyes off her. “You were speaking on the phone not realizing my cat had scratched your elbow,” the woman chuckled. Her wrinkled neck revealed behind her hood, she was looking really rough and depressed, with her sagged boobs also revealing behind the heavy clothing.

His fingers were tapping on the arm of his chair, his expression misplaced in thought. “Yeah, well, if you’re done with me,” she started as she begun to get down from the stool. She fair needed to go domestic: Domestic to her possess flat, with her possess shower, and her claim forlorn bed. Perhaps she’d get a puppy. Or a cat. Or five. Cats were less demanding. You didn’t have to walk them. But he snatched her hand and pulled her back down. “Oh no, expensive. I’m no place close done with you. Remain for a short time, why don’t you?”

Let her walk around and wonder if the walls were watching her. They were. But then I heard her laugh. Soft. Stupid. Like she wasn’t supposed to be happy here but forgot for half a second. I stepped into the hall, barefoot, silent. The security cams showed her in the kitchen, unpacking her bag of toiletries at the corner counter like it was a hotel and not a goddamn prison. She was talking to the cat. The damn cat. “I don’t even like cats,” she whispered, rubbing under its chin like she’d known it for years. “But I like you. You look like you bite people.”

Her eyes flickered with something dark—something I couldn’t quite place—before she sighed, like she had been waiting for this moment, for me to finally ask. She shifted in her chair, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she slowly placed her cat down on the ground beside her. The creature, dark and sleek as a shadow, simply vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place. The room suddenly felt colder, the air thick with the weight of her unspoken words.

"That's Anya. She has friends at school who have cats, and she wants to have a dog. It took a series of tantrums and drama to make her parents agree to this. They're busy with work and afraid they cannot care for the animal. I'm the babysitter." "Oh? You'll be the one to help her then?" I winced and could just shrug. As if I had another choice. "That's Bill, our chihuahua. Isn't he lovely?" the lady brought her finger close to the cage, and the little animal licked it. She encouraged Anya to do the same but the little girl kindly shook her head. I excused myself from Willy to join them. "How is it, Anya? He's adorable. We'll buy him a cage later with Kuya Kaleb."

Then where is she now? “Where is she? Why haven’t you told us until now?” I asked. He sighed heavily; I can see how his chest lift in that heavy sigh. He looked at me with the smile on his lips…but why does his eyes are telling otherwise? They were sad and in sorrow. They look in pain. “She’s now on her way to heaven, like what the humans says.” He said that made my lips parted. I couldn’t believe that he managed to keep it a secret to us. I do not even know that he’s experiencing this kind of problem.

She smiled at her and took out a packet of cat food for her. She slowly sat down before Raven and patted her head before she opened the packet of the cat food and put some on the road, she smile as she saw the cat eat and then took out her phone to take a photo and video of her, Her phone was only filled with photos of Raven as she was the only person that made her really calm and happy in this lonely neighborhood. This neighborhood was not very clean or high class but was not dangerous, it was a decent place to live. She played with Raven for sometime before she she stood up to leave however before she can take another step she suddenly heard something falling in the alleyway followed by a