We have a stray cat that took residence in our house a few years ago. We didn't mind it much, that is, until it jumps up to the table and eats our food. It would have been ok if we really wanted a cat, but the thing is, we didn't. Still we didn't do anything about it and we let the cat walk freely around the house with my father occasionally giving it scraps. For my part, I just ignored it. It came and went as it pleased and we'd already gotten used to its presence.One day we sort of noticed it was pregnant, and the next thing we knew there was a kitten mewling incessantly from multiple corners in the house. It became a problem then, since the cat we were used to seeing preen and croon and trip on was fairly quiet. Still, we didn't do anything about it and left it alone.
For months, we would see mama cat playing with its kitten in every part of the house. We would spend idle times being amused by the little kitten's energy and the way it bounced around like some furry ball of yarn. It crossed my mind that the kitten must have gotten its genki-ness from its father.
And so the kitten grew up and it's still this hyperactive grey and white blur zooming around the house. We didn't see mama cat around anymore and we figured it already died somewhere. But that loss didn't change kitten one bit. It still bounces around the house like nobody's business, its mewling still constant and annoying, and it's still jumping on the table lapping on breakfast, lunch, and dinner like everything was for him. I was beginning to hate its absent father.
STILL WE IGNORED IT. My father still gave it scraps and we just shooed it away and took note of covering the food on the table when we're gone. I guess we were just too lazy to get rid of it.
Until today that is. For some cosmic reason, I had a black cloud hovering over my head since I woke up. I was just avoiding people until it passes so I don't spread it around. However the heat was not helping one bit. NOT ONE BIT. And when I saw the kitten on the table lapping on my lunch, I just snapped.
I took a sack from our store and dumped a few scraps in it. I went back to the kitchen and knelt below the table to face kitten. The black cloud somehow turned red and I found myself muttering, "Hey little kitty... here kitty... here kitty kitty..." It was scary, but I wasn't feeling scared then. I just wanted to get rid of that kitten.
The kitten was slowly, warily walking towards me, alternating glances between my (maniacal, twisted) face and the food in the sack which I was offering him. I was patient. Boy was I patient. Kitten walked slowly in the sack and it picked on the food.
A heartbeat.
And I lifted the sack, trapping the mewling, thrashing, terrified, and angry kitten inside. It was a difficult task tying it up since the kitten wouldn't stop trying to scratch its way up but I managed to do it with help from my brother. The red cloud was still there and I was breathing heavily, evilly.
The sack was alive and writhing and twisting. I felt sick looking at it. But I knew it had to be done. I had to do it. I asked my aunt to have it thrown away by the neighborhood kids. I kept on justifying that I had to do it. It had to be done...
I went up to my room without eating. I don't think I'd be able to for a while.
