The New Human On Jokelsom Drive

I watch him through the window with mild interest. He’s crying on the floor of his dark room, which is not a new accurance, for he has been doing this for the past few nights he has been here. His thin form curled up against the wall, his knees to his chest. The moon is full tonight, basking his figure with a light glow.

The humans in my neighborhood have been trying to welcome him by bringing him food or flowers, but he never opens the door for them, only staring at it until they go away. This intrigued me. Their kind always seemed to want each others company.

I tilt my head at the young man, waiting for the tears to stop falling from his face. Such a human thing to do, crying, they seem to think that by letting liquid out of their eyes, they will become happier. I wish I could tell them what idiots they are.

Then, as if hearing my thoughts, the boy looked up at the window. I stiffened, waiting for the boy to come and tell me off, but to my suprise, he just watches me.

His tears are slowing now, and his head is tilted to almost the exact angle mine is. I straighten, and watch him closely, waiting for something. He only sits there.

Then he mouths something I can’t hear. His face breaks out into a small, sad smile. He mouths something again, and I scratch the window. I want to know what he is saying, and for some bizar reason, I want to help the boy.

His dark eyebrows raise at my movement, and he just sits there staring at me like a fool before he walks over to my window. He hesitates a moment, then puts his pale, boney fingers on the latch. His eyes stay on me, as if he thinks Ill run away.

He slowly opens the window, pushing up the glass until I can comfortably fit through, and then stands to the side, waiting for me to enter. I sit up from my comfortable position, and step forward.

I’m not sure what I’m doing; a smart cat would simply leave and not be kept in captivity by these unstable creatures, but I am not a normal cat by any means. I trust this boy, and he seems like he wants to trust me.

I hop down onto the nearest platform which is his empty nightstand, and turn to look up at him. He leaves the window open and looks down at me.

“Finally,” he says, “someone to talk to without voicable opinions.”

I feel offended by this, mainly because of the truth behind it, and narrow my eyes, a low meow comes from my mouth. He just smiles at my effort and sits on the bed.

“That must be the warmest welcom to Jokelsome Drive I’ll ever get here.”

I move to sit beside him. At least he isn’t crying anymore. Although I did prefer him without hearing him speak, I prefer silence over sound for reasons that I never really understood.

I can feel him look down at me, and out of my peripheral I see his hand coming down on my head. I scoot out of the way and glare at him with as much feisty, feline fury I can muster. He chuckles and raises his hands in surrender.

I go and curl up on his pillow, which has a navy blue floral design that must clash well with my dark, black coat. It feels silky, which I have only had the luxury of feeling a few times before, and I absolutely adore it.

The human stares at me, and his voice is soft as he said, “It would be wonderful to be a cat. The solitude and independence you could have without the repercussion of loneliness. I wish I could be like you.”

Without the repercussion of lonliness? Oh my lord, humans are the biggest, witless bags of meat to ever walk this world. Who does he think he is to take that one feeling of loss away from me. I wish he could turn into a cat just to see how it eats my soul.

He watches me, seeing my inner gears working, and blurts “Will you be my friend?” His face turns red and he curses himself under his breath for asking a cat a question.

I surprise him by moving towards him and stepping into his lap. I lie down, and he stiffens, unsure what to do with me. I don’t flinch when he begins petting me, and I feel him huff a sigh of relief when I don’t scratch his face off.

“You are the best company someone like me can ask for.”

I purr, and the lonliness that sits like lead in my heart slowly dissolves. I’ve always thought that humans were the ones that needed cats, but I guess we need them too.