Hana has been groaning for some time now. I’m currently sat next to her on the sofa after just having had dinner, so I’m quite lethargic at the moment.

“Fuck, I just can’t do this anymore. It’s completely impossible!” She exclaimed, leaning back on the sofa with her laptop.

Hana is right now attempting to write her essay which is due in a couple of hours. An essay she had a week to do. I have absolutely no sympathy for her.

She paused and looked towards me.

“Belle…” A whiny voice resounded from beside me. So far I don’t like where this is going.

“Won’t you comfort me a little?” She looked at me with pleading eyes. Of course I wasn’t budging. If I gave in at this moment in time, she would never complete her essay and I don’t really want to know what would end up happening to her grade. An end result that I definitely wouldn’t be able to deal with.

I ignored her and turned my head away. She sighed loudly before grabbing her phone and dialling the number to what I assume is her closest friend, who I simply refer to as Miss Smile. Now the reason why I refer to her as such is because of the simple fact that she’s just all smiles. All the time, every day, without fail. It’s almost worrying at this point. Do her cheeks not hurt?

“What’s up Hana?” Miss Smile asked, her voice resounding from the phone.

“I can’t do this essay anymore, I don’t care anymore, I’ll accept my fate and fail.” Hana cried.

“Have you finished your essay yet?” Hana asked hesitantly, hoping to find a potential comrade and ally in her time of war.

A haughty laugh carried through the phone.

“Of courseI completed my essay earlier this week because I’m a good student.” She replied.

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“In fact out of all our friends in class, I think you’re the only one who has yet to complete it.” She concluded with her final blow.

By now Hana was half-way through her barrage of curses and swears, further wasting time that she could’ve spent finishing off this essay.

After she hung up the phone, having failed to rally any comrades to her side, she took a deep breath before opening her laptop once more and attempting to complete her essay for the nth time.

I, however, took pleasure in continuing to watch the tv, the channel on some kind of prime-time drama wondering whether Hana would ever be able to hand in her completed essay the next day.

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Today, Hana is not at home. In fact Hana isn’t coming back for three days so her brother has been tasked with the job of looking after me in the meantime. Now, although I do like Hana’s brother, he does have his own weird moments. Take a couple of minutes ago for example. While Mr Brother was lounging around on the sofa not doing much, he reached down and put his hands in his pants. After his hands had roamed around down there for a few minutes, he brought up his hand to his nose and took a sniff. At that moment I really wanted to throw up. As a male, I do somewhat understand the happenings of a male body despite not being human myself, however doing those actions in front of me… Let’s leave that matter for another time.

Right now I’m standing in the kitchen looking up at this young boy pour, what seems like way too much food, into my bowl.

“Shit, did I pour too much?”

“Whatever, I’m sure this is alright. If it’s too much he’ll probably stop when he’s full anyway.” He muttered to himself, lowering my bowl and placing it in front of me.

Obviously I wasn’t going to even attempt finishing this big portion of food. I’m, of course, an intellectual cat who knows his own limits.

We both stood in the kitchen. He was staring down at me, waiting for me to start eating. I helplessly looked up at him before looking down again and started to nibble away at my food. Satisfied, he went back to the living room and started flicking through the channels.

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It seems that three days went by swiftly, with Hana now safely back home.

“I missed you so much!” She squeezed me while rocking me from left to right

“Did he feed you properly and look after you?” She glared towards her brother still clinging on to me, waiting for her answer.

“Of course I did. He’s alive isn’t he?” He joked back.

Hana gently put me down before throwing his jacket in his face and pushing him out. This seemed to be a slightly impossible feat for Hana as her brother stood tall at 5’11ft.

“Am I not getting a thank you?” He asked while Hana was still continuing on trying to push him out of the door.

“Thank you!” With one final push she was able to get him past the door, albeit at the same time as when her brother decided to move as well.

After she put her luggage away in her bedroom, she flopped down on to the sofa. Although I don’t want to admit, I did miss having Hana around for the past three days. I inched towards her. Hana softly smiled at me knowing my ulterior motives. Her hand crept towards my back and began to move slowly across my fur. A deep purr escaped from my lips as she continued to stroke my fur in a circular motion.

Despite the fact that it’s a secret, these are the moments I cherish the most in the world. The quiet, comfortable and serene moments where I indulge in Hana’s companionship and her focus being all solely on me. I’m a rather selfish cat it seems. Hana follows and accepts all my whims asking for nothing in return for herself. That’s ok though because at the end of the day Hana will always have me as her partner and most of all as her loyal cat.