Me and the Cat

Me and the Cat

The battle between me and the cat start over a piece of chicken. I remember that day as if it was yesterday…Wait! It was yesterday. Well anyway. The cat stole my piece of chicken. It was a savor chicken breast. My mouth is still watery from the moist of the chicken. It is the type of chicken that you heard people say that they will slap someone (mostly their mothers) because it taste that good. So, I was sitting at the table eating the wonderful piece of chicken as tears of joy was coming down my eyes. It was that good. I was so happy eating my piece of chicken that I did not see the cat. He was staring up at me with a hateful gleam. The gleam let me know if he was bigger I will be like the piece of chicken I was eating now.

He (the cat) was plotting to see if he could get the chicken from me. He gave me one of its displeasing meow “ME-OW’ to let me know that he had his eyes on me and the chicken. I glance down at the hateful cat and took a big bite of the chicken and smile down at the cat. I could see that the cat was very angry at me because his meow become more louder toward me. He wanted the piece of chicken that I was eating. I could careless about the about the cat, so I could continue to eat my chicken breast.

Suddenly, the doorbell ring, I rush to see who was at my front door. It was someone from my church dropping off a packet for me. We talk for about a couple of minute. We were talking about the packet, which was a birthday gift for my Aunt. I was happy that the church member was able to drop of the gift for me. I thank her (my church member) again and went back in the house and give my Aunt her birthday gift. I talk to my Aunt as I went to the table when my chicken breast was waiting for me to finish it off. I was in good spirit as I saw how happy my Aunt was about her gift that I did not know that my chicken breast was gone. I saw the bread, but no chicken. My mind started to play trick on me. Did I eat it before I answer the door? No, I don’t think so. Where is my chicken? I looked around and that when I hear a loud chomping noise. It was coming from under my chair. I move away from the table to see where the chomping noise was coming from. It was the cat. Guess what! He was eating my chicken breast. It was now my time to give a hateful glance at the cat. The one that said I am bigger than you, cat, and you are going pay for eating my chicken. I yelled at the cat and took the chicken breast (mine—juicy mouth water to die for—chicken breast) give it to the dog (who is benefit from the battle between me and the cat).

As I watch the dog, the cat was watching the dog eat his chicken breast. Yes, the cat’s mind think the chicken breast was his, and I rudely gave it to the dog. He is now watching the dog wagging her tail with pleasure as she gladly eats the chicken breast. You can see the gleam of joy in the dog eyes as she finish eating the chicken breast up fast because she think I will take it back. Yes, the dog benefited from the battle. I glance down at the cat mad now because I have to eat a small drumstick because of him. I told my Aunt I can’t believe the cat ate my chicken. She asked me if I am sure that the chicken breast did not fall on the floor. Now, here is when the problem occurs, if I said Yes or it might, then it was not the cat fault. But I said NO. The cat stole it. In my mind, it is what the cat did stole my chicken breast. I saw how he was looking at me as I ate the piece of chicken. He had the same look of how mouth watery as I had. So, the cat stole my chicken.

Hearing all of this (conversion between me and my Aunt), the cat is now very angry with me. First, I was teasing him with his chicken breast. Next, In the cat’s mind, the chicken fell to the floor, and he ate it so it will not go to waste. But I was not grateful for the cat selfless act that I give his (juicy very juicy the cat meow) chicken to something like the dog who was beneath him. That stupid dog. Now, the dog was giving the cat a HA HA look now. He (the cat) was mad at me. Yes, the cat was plotting how to get even with me.

I was chomping away on my sad drumstick. It was the size of my pinky finger. I glance at the cat angrier as I chomp down on the drumstick. This was my first time that I got the chicken breast. It usually went to my Aunt and Cousin. I was so happy because like I said it was my first time that I was getting the chicken breast, and the cat knows it. I could see the satisfy look on his face. I was also plotting on how to get even with the cat.

Yes, the battle was on

A couple of weeks came by, I remember I was alone in the house with the cat and dog. My family went to a track at the local school to do some exercises. I told them I did not want to go. So, as I was exercise my fingers as I use the remote to change the channels on the TV, I could feel my stomach was getting hungry. My stomach was growling. It was sounding like a bear was in it because of the noise. I got up to walk to the kitchen. I forget it was pitch dark in the house. So as I was feeling my way to the kitchen I was thinking about what to eat. For a minute, I thought about of the chicken breast (the one the cat stole), but it was couple of weeks ago, I decide that I was going to get a microwave dinner. I click the light switch in the kitchen and between my feet was the cat. I hold on to a counter in the kitchen to stop from fell and to catch my balance. It was so surprise to me because the cat was silent. I did not know he was in the kitchen. When I caught my balance, I glance hateful down at the cat. I told the cat that he trying to trip me. As if the cat was telling me that I was right, he give me displeasure look on his cat’s face to say ME-OW, which mean you are correct.

The battle is on. RIP STARR