I'm tired. I just want to sleep, but the devil keeps playing with me.
It's been a few hours since i left Micheal's with the ball of fur tucked under my sleeve. As soon as I got home, I threw my keys on the table and sat the kitten down on the floor.
The kitten just stood there and looked around the house before letting out another 'meow' and looking back at me.
It slowly started to make its ways around the house while I slowly followed behind.
I decided to let it explore while I went and took my shoes off and put them up. By the time I came back, the kitten was sniffing a small bag of dog food I had sitting on the side of the cabinets.
"Oh, so you hungry?"
The kitten turned back around and let out a long deep 'meow'. Weird ass noise.
"Uhh ight, Wait right there real quick." I mumbled.
"Wait, why the fuck am I talking to you like you understand? I'm going crazy." I chuckled. I opened the fridge and saw nothing I could feed it.
I checked the cabinets, nothing. I eyed the box of coco puffs. With a long sigh, o threw them away. Bad memories.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and dialed Shayaa while looking through the fridge.
"The fuck you want, bitch?"
"I see you're still mad that I whooped the Shay outta yo name at call of duty." I snickered.
"You were camping, you fat bitch!"
"I wasn't camping, you just kept coming to the same spot and I kept waiting for yo ass in said spot." I shrugged even though he couldn't see it.
"Yeah, mhm. What do you want? You want food fatty? Huh?"
"That's why you're illegal in the US."
"What- Hurry up before I hang up because this is assault." Shayaa mumbled.
"What do kittens eat?"
"........the fuck type of question-"
"I....uh... adopted a kitten yesterday. You know, I was lonely after the whole 'Winter' situation so I went out and got a cat."
"Why a cat?"
"Why an expired visa?"
"They like fish n shit. Uhh, just go to the store and ask someone? Shit, I don't know."
"Weren't you going to school to be a vet?" I asked.
"Yeah but I dropped out because my mom-"
I heard a loud crash behind me. I winced and dropped the phone.
I bent over to pick it up, but when I turned around, I noticed that the kitten was long gone.
"I'll call you back."
I hung the phone and up and ran, (yes, I actually ran) around the house trying to find it. I went up the stairs first going into the bathroom.
I nearly fainted when I walked into the bathroom.
My 'Spin N Wave' wave cream was everywhere. How'd it even reach the cabinets? I couldn't dwell on the mess for long, there was another loud bump noise from somewhere down the hall.
I ran back down the hall into my guest bedroom. Nothing.
Then, there was the sound of fumbling back in my bedroom. I went in there. The noise was coming from my closet.
"I know like HELL!" I said pausing in front of the closet door with my mouth agape.
This bitch was scratching up the leather on my timbs.
"Aye bitch!" I said while running over and grabbing it.
I angrily sat the kitten on my bed, careful not to hurt it despite what my conscience was telling me, and kneeled down picked up my now scratched up boots.
"Ododjshsbsxh! My babies!" I yelled with some tears running down my face.
Yes, I'm THAT dramatic. These are timbs, my nigga. Timbs.
"I never forget the times where Kentrell got bold and got his shit rocked and we curb stomped his bitch ass." I whimpered.
"Or when I was making some cereal and it was a big ass bug on the table and when I went to kill it, that motherfucker started to fly." I said while stroking it.
"Then I chucked you at the big, missed, and hit Gazzy." I sighed. The kitten let out a small mewl, I ignored the little bastard.
"Or, Or when-"
I stopped when I realized that the mewl had stopped, and kitten wasn't on the bed anymore.
I put my shoes to my side and got up so fast. While running out the door I slid on a shirt that was hella casual placed on the floor causing me fall face first on the floor. My stomach fat started to sting.
"Damn nigga, we must be having another one of those Earthquakes. Whole motherfuckin house shaking n shit." A voice I recognized said coming into the house.
"Suck my dick, Kentrell." I groaned while pushing myself up. That fucking kitten was starting to piss me off.
"I'm just gon' ignore that gay ass shit. Anyways, who's pussy is this?" Kentrell asked. The little demon was purring against his leg now.
"Mines. I adopted it yesterday."
"You adopted a cat? Stokeley Goulbourne?" Kentrell asked with an expression that I'd seen on Gazzy too many times. He was confused.
"Yeah, why does everyone sound so surprised?"
"N-nothing. Just...weird. Can you get this little nigga off of me though? Last time an animal sniffed me like that, Winter busted a nut on my kneecap." Kentrell grimaced.
I snickered and snatched the little furry fucker off of his leg. It whined again, but I ignored it.
"What are you here for anyways?"
"Nigga, did that fall knock out some of your chromosomes? You were supposed to be teaching me how to play Resident Evil, don't you remember?"
"Oh shit! I forgot! This damn cat.... I was so busy that it slipped my mind. Here, hold it for a second." I said, thrusting the cat into Kentrell's arms.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do-"
"Do me a favor and give it a bath. I need to go pick up some stuff to feed to it. We can get on the game after that." I muttered. Throwing on my jacket, I started to put on my now chewed up timbs.
"Wait, Stokeley-"
"Thanks!" I yelled. I slammed the door.
------------------------------------------------------
"Never... again." Kentrell breathed out. He took the grocery bags from me and shoved the, now clean, kitten into my hands. It purred softly and nudged it's head against my palm.
"Was it that bad?"
"I ...don't... even want to talk about it." Kentrell said. His tone was final.
"Okay..." I trailed off. I put the kitten back down on the floor.
"Is this all you bought? A few cans of cat foot, sardines, a lot of milk, and a.... collar?"
"Yeah."
"Stokeley, did you check the name on the collar before you bought it? Hell, did you even give it a name?"
"No, why?"
"There's no name on it. Just three X's."
"What?! I thought-"
"Look." Kentrell shoved the collar into my hands. He was right.
"Well damn. Unfortunately, i don't feel like going to get it fixed." I shrugged.
"So you're just gonna leave the name as-"
"Come here, X! Here kitty!" I cooed. The kitten purred and obediently strutted over to me. He let me put the collar around his neck easily.
"See? He likes his name." I smiled at Kentrell.
Kentrell looked at me, at the cat, then back at me again. He sighed and brushed past me, putting my shoulder. "Goodnight."
"I thought we were gonna play-"
"Nope. I'm tired. Night!"
Kentrell closed the door behind him. The kitten started to rub against my ankle making, if possible, sad purring noises. It would have been heartless for me to ignore the poor thing, so I picked him up and let him do his thing against my chest. He seemed satisfied.
So damn affectionate... Winter would just shit on the carpet and look guilty about it afterwards. Him and Gazzy had a lot in common.
-JADA