Demon
Demon had watched the man as he had cleaned moving from perch to perch as he moved through the house. It was odd. The man wasn’t yelling at her. Trying to find her and even when she had shown herself to him he made no efforts to chase her or even swat or kick her. She didn’t know how to feel about that. It had never before happened especially after having laid one of her plans in motion. It was a bit unsettling if she was honest. So she watched while sitting on the comfy blanket on the long fluffy chair as the man cleaned up the glass from the floor and rehung the frames that were unbroken. Righting tables and chairs and overturned lamps. She watched as he grabbed the loud sucky machine and chased it across the floor. She watched as he sat down in the chair and put up the bottom part and leaned it back. She watched with curiosity quickly followed by indignation as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it from under her. Meowing in protest. She jumped to the top rest of the long fluffy chair and watched as the man turned off the last light source and went to sleep. She watched steadily as the man slept, blinking occasionally as he shifted and snorted. As the sun rose and as the sounds of the day beginning began. She watched until the sun reached her spot and made her too sleepy to move. She watched until her eyes blinked and didn’t open again, having given over to sleep.
Fred
Fred awakened when the shaft of light that peeked between the cracked blinds burned into his eyes. Stretching and yawning he looked dazedly around wondering why he was sleeping in his front room when he had purposely spent a good deal of money on purchasing a high quality foam mattress that conformed to his body and helped with his sore and tired back, the culmination of years of poor posture while writing. Looking to his right he paused when he came face to face with the demon cat. Oh yeah that’s why. He squinted and stared. She appeared to be sleeping but who knew with an animal such as she.
He waited for the rage and anger that he felt the night before to arise but found to his befuddlement it still seemed to be absent. Instead all he felt was a sense of tiredness. Where had all of it gone? Sighing, Fred realized he really didn’t care. He was more concerned with his bodily needs at the moment. With that thought forefront in mind he sat up and groaned at the twinges in his back, neck and arms. Pressing the button to put the chair back into a chair format. He stood and stretched before creakingly walking to the restroom. Where he relieved the pressure on his bladder, after which washed his hands before walking back into the front room to go through a quick run of his morning yoga routine during which his bones creaked and cracked back into place. Sighing in relief at being back to his smooth gait he stood to his full height and shook himself before walking lithely to the restroom where he began washing the flour from his body and washing the feathers from his hair he walked back into his room. Relieved to find that the smell from last night was blessedly absent. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a Big Bang Theory T-shirt featuring Sheldon. He walked barefoot into his newly cleaned hallway, through his living room and into the kitchen where he stopped short. There she was sitting perched on the kitchen counter, her head bent cleaning herself while her tail flicking lazily behind her. Fred stared, debating on what to do but in the end decided to ignore her. What else was there to do? So entering the kitchen he moved around the cat like it wasn’t there and went about the process of fixing a quick fried egg sandwich with a chopped granny smith apple and tap water in his favorite Star Trek glass featuring Uhura.
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Demon cleaned herself as she watched the man move around the kitchen grabbing things out of cabinets and muttering to himself. He acted as if he did not see her. HER. As if. “hmpfh,” sniffed Demon and paused in her cleaning to watch the man with interest as he cracked some eggs and stirred them before cooking them in a pan. The smell colored the air reminding Demon of her own hunger. When was this man going to open her food? She was quite hungry. Starving actually. Perhaps the eggs were for her. Yes, that was it. The eggs were for her. Since that was the case she could be patient. So she sat almost perfectly still replicating a regal cat statue of old if not for the impatient flicking of the tip of her tail.
Walking past her Fred sat at the table and began eating, staring into space and wondering what he was going to do today.
Demon couldn’t believe the nerve of the man. How dare he sit and eat the food meant for her? How dare he pretend he couldn’t see her? She didn’t want the stupid eggs anyway. Just as she turned to jump onto the kitchen island her stomach gave a mighty growl. The likes of which she had not had since she had been on the streets. Stopping, she licked her paw and stared at the man. Perhaps the man only needed a little encouragement. Perhaps the man’s sight failed him and he just hadn’t seen her. In that case she would get up and close and make sure he saw her and heard her complaints. It was time to remind the man who ran this home. Jumping to the floor she prowled over to the man. She stood for a few minutes and calculated the best approach. Smirking, she went for it, claws extended.
God damn it!” yelped Fred dropping his sandwich, as he tried to jump up, only for his thighs to hit the table quickly landing him back into his seat. Pushing away from the table he glared down at the cat now in his lap. “What the hell was that for? Are you trying to turn me into a pin cushion you freaking … CAT!”
Demon smiled to herself. He definitely saw her now. Standing on her hind legs with her front paws on his chest. She made sure to dig her claws in as she leaned her face directly in his and yowled her hungry. “Feed Me Human! Feed Me! Feed Me! Feed Me!”
Fred didn’t know what had gotten into the damn cat. One minute he’s enjoying his meal the next the cat is climbing him like a tree and screaming in his face. As much as he just wanted to ignore her, the pain from her claws into his shoulders could not be denied.
“Meowrrrr! Meowrrr!! Meworrr!!!”
“What! What do you want, you Demon Cat with the stinky breath? Yelling in my face is not going to induce me to move faster.” Winced Fred as he stared back at the cat wondering how he was going to get her off him.