Writing Prompt

“I said, have you ever thought about therapy?”

I must have been hallucinating. Three years of owning Mr. Meowgly and not once had I had any problems. Seriously, he was a great cat. Even let me leash-walk him through the park some days. But where he really shone through was in the listening department. And now here I was, laying in my Ikea-furnished room, staring at my lovely Tabby boy and hearing it’s soft purring resembling words...or, were they actually words?

“You can stop staring at me now. I just want to help and you’re seeming awfully concerned.”

I just kept staring.

“Well, this was lovely chatting but I have a pole to scratch. If you need me you know where to find me.”

Maybe Mr. Meowgly had a point.

  Callie had always been there for me. After mom and dad got in that wreck, I didn’t have anyone left. I was alone, and scared about what was going to happen next. I thought it was all over. Then Callie showed up at my door.
  She’s a very fluffy calico cat. Black, white, and a golden orange color spot her fur. She’s very elegant, and very playful. And.......she listens. I know, that sounds crazy, but I’m telling the truth. She actually listens when I wanna tell her about my problems. It’s weird, actually. I always feel better after I talk to her, like when I’d talk to my mom.
  Every time I’ve had a hard day, I talk to Callie, and today’s been especially rough. This awful woman from work, my boss herself, has docked my pay once again. Her reason was that ‘I didn’t wear the right kind of shoes’, even though she recommended this exact brand. She knew I was struggling to pay rent after last time. Then again, Patricia’s never cared about me.
  So, it’s another day to talk to Callie. “I’m home, Callie.” I look around for her, but I can’t find her. Then, I look at the window, and there she is. Waiting patiently, as if knowing I needed to talk. “Hey, Callie. You remember Patricia, right?” I got a very angry sounding ‘Mrow’ after I asked. 
 “Yeah, I definitely understand. So, she docked me again.” Callie’s eyes widened at the news, and hissed. “You don’t think I was on my knees begging her not to? I tried everything. I guess we’ll be taking up Maggie’s offer to stay at the homeless center.” Callie growled at the thought. “I know, you don’t like the dog at the center, but it’s the only place we can head to after this. I don’t exactly have any friends.”
 And then, something shocking happened. Callie opened her mouth, and not a hiss or meow came out, but words. “You have me, Angela.” I swear, I just stared at her with my mouth open for half an hour.
 “Y-YOU SPOKE!” I tried to get a grip of what was going on.
 “Indeed I did, Angela. I thought it’d be about time you knew. My name is Calypso. I am your guardian angel.” She leapt to the couch. “Come, take a seat.” She awaited me, almost glowing in beauty.
 So, I did. I mean, what choice do I have? “Angela, my dear, we mustn’t go to the homeless center. If we leave now, no good shall to us.”
 “Well, what now then? I’m not going to be able to make rent. Not as long as Patricia can help it.”
 “Trust in me, Angela. Quit your job under Patricia. Apply for a caretaker at the homeless center. Act unto those less fortunate, and well tidings shall fall upon thee.” So, I nodded. I knew that Callie, or well, Calypso would never lie to me. Not after all we’ve been through.

After my family died I never had much thought to what I would do. The days dragged on and nights and I realized I didn’t have a soul to talk to anymore. Animals have always been my connection to the world and they make me happy. I went to the shelter one day and there she was, a Siamese, beautiful she came over to the cage and meowed and tried to lick my fingers. I knew then I found a best friend. I took her home and fed her and we played a bit at night I laid in bed with my new best friend and vented to her about how my parents were and how they died. When I was done talking my new cat Atlantis I started to close my eyes and then I heard a voice say “I’m sorry, but I’m here now” I was scared and didn’t know how to react. I don’t know where the voice came from then I did. She said then “I didn’t mean to scare you” and I realized the voice came from my cat. I asked how she could talk and she replied “Don’t all cats talk?”