Black Cat

Dear Diary,

I’m writing to you to complete my homework. Although I may sound delusional talking to a book, this is for my teacher.

Today I saw a cat, he came up to me with a mouse in his mouth. I don’t like mice, but I accepted his offering. He’s a black cat. Everyone says that black cats are bad luck, but honestly, what could he possibly do? Give me the plague?

But a black cat is still a cat, and like all cats, he is very weird. He just gives away his food, he doesn’t look like a house cat either. If I was him, I’d eat the mouse rather than give it away.

Well, it’s not my problem.

PS. my mum didn’t enjoy the mouse "gift"

Dear Diary,

The power cut out today, I ended up heading out to look for the cat again. I found him on top of the neighbor’s bin, he was just chilling out. I normally have better things to do on a weekend, but they aren’t things I can write about in a diary. Mr. Hanson, I better get full marks for this, I put some serious effort in.

I named the cat GoldenEye. I didn’t notice yesterday, but one of his eyes is blind, and his eyes are goldish, so he is now called GoldenEye. I was considering Blackjack, but I like my Bond movies.

GoldenEye seemed more standoffish, looks like he was expecting something in return for his “gift”. I got him a fish from a fishmonger, that is such a strange word. Fishmonger. The monger of Fish.

I came up with a tongue twister. The fresh fish bought from the fishmonger was fresh because the fresh fish from the fishmonger was fished fresh from the fishing boat owned by the fishmonger.

I just wanted to get him a can of tuna really. Only one problem. I don’t have a can opener.

Dear Diary,

I didn’t have anything to do today. So, I did my homework and drew a fish. It was a fresh fish from the fishmonger that's fished fresh fish from the sea. Sorry. I’ll stop now.

I don’t get why people own cats, I get that they’re cute but all they do is eat, sleep and poop. When I asked my mum all she did was look at me and say, “What about you?”

I didn’t have a good response at the time but now I’d say “I’m an investment! Who will take care of you when you reach 60?” Why do I think of this stuff way after it has happened?

I don’t think I’m going to show Mr. Hansen this diary.

Dear Diary,

I’ve been wrong all along. About everything. I found out a terrible secret.

Golden Eyes… is a girl – and a mother.

I thought it was crowded with just my parents and brother (he is in the army right now) but imagine having four other siblings. She has more kids than we have people in our house.

Also, kittens are weird. None of them are black, or even close to black. There are two ginger cats and three brown tabbies; one of them is kinda greyish. Imagine two black people giving birth to a ginger-haired kid with blue eyes. It sounds strange, doesn’t it? But this is perfectly normal for cats apparently.

Plus, they have several kittens at once, I don’t even know what you would call that. I know twins and triplets, but I’m not sure what comes after.

I couldn’t touch the kittens though. She had her eye on me. Sorry, I just had to make that joke. I touched the kittens.

Dear Diary,

GoldenEye disappeared. She took the kittens too.

I don’t think I can write anymore.

Dear Diary,

Sorry I haven’t written to you in six years. I came across something amazing today. I found GoldenEye at a pet shelter today, I’m moving to a new place for university – I wanted a pet for the company and came across an old friend.

The kittens have all been adopted. They have left the nest, kinda like me.

To celebrate our reunion, we went to get some fresh fish from the fishmonger that was fished fresh from the- Ok, I’ll stop.

Dear Diary,

Today I went out to get some food and toys for GoldenEye. I got a few varieties of cat food and called it a day. Toys, on the other hand, were difficult. I couldn't decide if I should get a mouse toy or a laser light. In the end, I got both. Plus a cat-cave-bed-thing.

She's going to love this.

Dear Diary,

Today GoldenEye peed inside the cat-cave-bed-thing. I had to throw it out. I couldn't even refund it. She isn't going to the fishmonger for the foreseeable future.

Also, I need to remember to get a litter tray. She probably needs one after that... incident.

She doesn't really play with the mouse toy at all, but the laser light is quite fun. You need to adjust the position so she can see it. Once she notices it, she would chase it to the ends of the Earth, up curtains, under tables, and through cupboards, she would fearlessly chase after the stupid red dot. Disregarding any and all damage she causes to my room.

I'm going to hide the laser light.

Dear Diary,

GoldenEye has started to sleep on my bed, between my legs. It is endearing for the first five minutes until you realize you can't move without disturbing her.

It's even worse in the mornings. Pee limbo is bad enough, but in combination with GoldenEye, it becomes an accident waiting to happen. I need to get her a corner to sleep in.

PS dear diary, if you don't know, pee limbo is when you have to go to the bathroom, but don't because you want to stay warm in bed. In the end, you suffer in silence.

Dear Diary,

GoldenEye has settled down and my exam season is soon starting, I'm gonna need to put the diary on hold for some time, but I promise I'll come back for you.

Dear Diary,

Today Golden Eye left me. There won’t be a reunion. She had a great time; we even got her some fish from the fishmonger. I’ve known her for nearly fifteen years, and I still remember that joke.

Phil helped me bury her in the back of the garden, next to the tree. I don’t think I’ve introduced Phil to the diary. Probably because all I wrote about here was GoldenEye. And to think, this all started with a piece of homework.

This diary is a record of our time together, I’d like GoldenEye to have it.

I’m sorry dear diary, Phil is going to put you to rest along with GoldenEye.

Goodbye. I’ll miss you.