Chasing the Sun

Chapter 1 - Ebony

Until a few years ago I understood things, or so I thought. I was merely a child at the time and I thought I could conquer the world. But now I feel like I know nothing. As if all the knowledge I had once saved has been deleted. Like how Ebony tosses everything off the windowsill. He has the tendency of frequently doing that. Especially the pink roses in a vase. I decided not to buy them anymore and keep the vases hidden.
I don't know why my cat keeps doing that, especially since I told him to stop. It seems like the more I try to teach him to stop ruining my possessions, the more he enjoys doing it.
I'm not sure whether he got that attitude from his previous owner, if he indeed had one, or whether he was born with it. I don't know a lot about his past for I found him. Or rather, he found me.
Ten years ago he popped up in front of my window, knocking with his little kitten paws on the glass. It wasn't my intention to let him in, but he found his way. To this day I am still wondering how he did that. I was actually allergic to cats, which resulted in me getting red eyes from crying, and having a red, snotty nose. Not really an advantage. I did not dare to tell my parents about the cat – they did not like the thought of having one – and I thought they would punish me if they saw I kept one in my room. It's not like I had a choice, because Ebony never left.
I remember trying to lure him outside the window with some food, once, but it didn't work. Nothing worked with trying to get him outside, away from my home. Whenever I tried to touch him he would bite me, or scratch me. Of course I was still expected to feed him, otherwise Ebony would scratch me as well. In the beginning I thought that this was all just a phase – isn't this what little kittens do? – so I accepted it and let him be. Now I know that I should never have let him done that, but it's too late. Despite the fact that I hate the little thing, I have gotten used to him. My eyes are no longer red and teary, my nose is no longer snotty and my throat never really hurts.
The older he grew, and me too, I could do more things often. But the little devil really never left me alone. In fact, he followed me everywhere since he let me come out of my room, but I hid him as much as possible. People would probably label me as the cat lady if they saw him. It's not a good title if you ask me. But I would not blame them for giving me such a name. If I would see someone like me with a cat everywhere I would probably think the same. It's one of the reasons that I don't enjoy parts, and I cancel on plans.
Once I tried to talk with some friends of mine about Ebony and how I found him. Friends who I thought were friends, but soon left me alone. Maybe one of the others could create a solution to get rid of him. But when I tried to show Ebony he hid himself. Not a sound, not a scratch. Nobody's seen him. They think I've gone mad saying I made all of it up. Simply because they have never seen Ebony. It's a strange little guy, and he's incredibly mean to me.
I need to get rid of him one day, yet I can't think of a solution. I could use spending my time on something useful instead of spending my time on him. Money is an issue as well, but it has always been that way.