July 2012
39 posts
Perhaps I was sitting on the sidewalk due to what was becoming too common attacks of frustration. The white cement was warm. These attacks were becoming far more frequent than the allergy ones; small events of inconsequence were like seven chubby fingers pounding on my vibrating aquarium. I had begun to tell myself in tantric rhythm: “The more I think about it, the lonelier I get. My life is dull with brief tastes of the sublime.” Why does my brain persist to identify its own state? And in such a bizarre and critical way?
Anyways, the day was bright and yellow and purple and the meat under my skin was still warm from my daily awkward bike “ride.” Without noticing, I suddenly became fully aware that Midnight, the neighborhood stray cat, was slowly striding towards me. On such a hot afternoon, his thick, shiny black coat seemed to be causing increased lethargy. He steadily advanced in shades of brown, black, and a few hairs of white and firmly pressed himself against the side of my leg, lowering to nuzzle his head on my bare foot. He started talking to me so I returned in broken cat, “mow, mow, mow.” The strands of fur on the top layer of his coat were long and human-like, very shiny and smooth. Underneath, he had a voluminous amount of very fluffy kitten fur probably because he was poorly groomed. His eyes were the yellow you would expect on a black cat and had very small pupils. Sometimes we made eye contact and I would quickly squint to show amiability. His mouth had two small, white fangs protruding from the upper lip and images of being hospitalized for rabies were flashed and repressed. I carefully stroked his back as he continued to press against my leg while moving forward, applying the length of his body and finally whipping his dog tail against me. He nuzzled the side of his face on my ankle and it was the softest, cutest gesture.
- Me: So yeah, my car is still dead and I dunno what to do blahblah-
- Dad: -How was your test?!
- Me: Uhh well I pulled an all nighter-
- Dad: -It's a one word answer.
- Me: ...... I did okay....
- Dad: .
