Scars

The alarm wakes both me and the human. She makes noises, long limbs stretching high above, yawning. I hate acknowledging the similarities between our species.

It's disgusting, I have to refrain from puking at the mere thought.

From under the bed, I listen as it changes out of its skin into a different one. Once done, and out of the room, I stalk behind, I don't want to be near the creature, but I have to make sure it leaves its home.

I wait in a closet while she eats. She makes noises that I don’t understand, it sounds like young attempting to speak, but wrong. Its unholy.

She abandons the remaining food, retreating to its waste room. I don't understand why any creature would waste scraps like this, quickly and silently, I steal the tiny bits of eggs left over, it’s not a lot, but it will do for now. I’m gone before she returns, making a noise in the back of her throat while placing the item the food was once on into the small table-tub.

Sadly, it idles around, speaking garbled nonsense to the air and into the rectangular buzzing item alike. I hate humans. I hate them more than any other beast that roams this terrible planet.

Finally, she grabs the soft brown bag, holding it over what I can only presume is its messed-up version of a shoulder, yelling as she closes the door behind her. If only I was able to open it, but alas, I am unsure how it's done. And I don't dare try and flee when it's open in fear of being caught.

Feasting time. Food and water are first on the list of things to do. Third was once trying to find an escape but quickly turns into the bathroom.

The doors don't open, no matter how hard I try to wedge it open. The clear squares flaunt the outside world, freedom, but refuse to give way no matter how hard I scratch them.

I sit in the middle of the floor, ready to give in. Give over my soul with no fight. But I worry about how badly the pain will be when the human finds me. My best bet at this point will be to do the unthinkable, sprint out the door when the human returns and hope that she doesn’t see me, some humans do seem to be pretty oblivious, or at the very least doesn’t catch me.

In the meantime, I lounge on the couch, taking the opportunity of freedom to stretch on the soft material, I don't think I’ve felt anything softer.

Jingles rush me out of sleep; the door clicks and screeches open. Before I can even begin to over think, I make a break for it. I slip between the human's feet, ignoring its loud noises. Panic fully sets in when the door slams in my face. More noises, not as loud as before, but I hate it all the same. Plastic bags hit the ground, I whirl to the beast, not willing to go down without a fight. But she doesn’t do anything, just lowers herself, watching me.

This is not the first time she’s done it. When I first arrived, she sat on the floor and watched me, I was in a cage. She tried to touch me, no doubt to hurt me. That was the last time she tried that, I hissed and clawed at her, leaving scratches that she wouldn’t forget.

I back up, fur rising, but there isn't much room to escape. If I wanted to go anywhere, I would have to get past it.

My back arches in the air when its paw goes into the white bag. Slowly, leaving with hard plastic in its grip. It makes more nonsense noises. A pop comes from the white container. I have to get away, the monster will hurt me with whatever that is.

But then I notice a smell. The container has food in it. It smells good. Not like the food the human leaves in a bowl in the other room. It smells almost like meat and salt.

It shakes, and I watch as small bits fall into the human’s paw. Quiet, calm noises come from the human. Slowly, as if she were afraid, the furless paw I scratched comes towards me, too close. I growl. It stops.

She makes a quiet clicking noise.

The food smells great, but I don’t want to be any closer to the human. But she seems to realize that, tipping her paw so the food spills onto the floor. Just as slowly as it approached, it retreats. My eyes darted between her and the food.

She retreats, scooting backwards just a bit. My stomach can't take it any longer, it cautiously makes me move forward. I slink low to the ground, salivating more and more the closer I get.

My eyes are on her as I take my first bite, this is my new favorite food. Before I knew it, I'd eaten it all. All the while, the human sat and watched. She makes more noise, getting more of the food holding it out towards me, the scars I placed are thick and pink. She doesn't drop it on the floor, just waits.

I want that food.

Three steps closer, that's as far as I’m willing to go. But still, the food stays in her paw. Our eyes lock, her mouth curves upwards and air blows out her nose, and then her head turns to the side.

One more step, my neck has to stretch out to reach the food. But it’s worth the risk when I get the food. It's not as much as before, and I wait expectantly for more, but none comes. Instead, she stands, grabbing the bag and food along with it.

I follow, hopeful for some crumbs, but she places the food and bag in the closet of the room with the bowl of food. She makes noises and walks out.

Maybe it will be worth it to stay awhile, only for the food. No other reason.