Suddenly the house was all empty and I'm all alone.
Sam is my recent housemate and Misha is his old cat.
As Sam will not be in this house for quite a while I had been feeding Misha and playing with her. She is all black and 14 years old, very decent and friendly I would say, and it is the first time ever I sort of own a mammal as a pet. (I've had ducklings that were dead overnight, fishes that reproduces way too much and birds that found their own way out of the cage before) I started to grow quite close to Misha since Sam had been away, lying on the same bed with her and letting her claw dig into my hand, looking her deep in the eyes, scratching her neck and caressing her fur and feel the warmth of her.
Until last night.
I fed Misha 5PM sharp as usual and she did not finish the food as usual. I let her out to play around 7PM and started playing a bit with my computer cos it had been such a shit day for me, I had screwed up everything that I possibly could. I will know Misha wants to come in if she scratches the door.
It was just before 11PM that the neighbour knocked at the door and said she thinks Misha was hit by a car and probably dead. I rushed out with her and found Misha on the edge of the road, somebody might have moved her but she is still warm. It was very dark there. I couldn't think. The girl next door fetched me a shoe box and a pair of disposable gloves while I just stood outside and looked at the lights through the window, then we went back to Misha and I picked her up, squashed her a bit into the shoe box. I was sure it's Misha only then, with her purple collar and the bell that always informing that she's around.
Back to the house I had a closer look of her, she had ants all over her expecially around the head. I called up Sam's mother and she was about to go to sleep, but she popped in immediately. I don't know how to tell Sam about this I hope his mother will do that for me. I thought I felt some sort of shriver when I touched Misha again but it turns out it was just myself. Sam's mother sprayed some fly spray to get rid of the ants and took Misha with a few towels, leaving the shoe box.
When I looked into the shoe box today there was Misha's blood, sort of gel like inside the box. And there's a few dead ants.
I left the box there.
I can't remember exactly where on the road she was, some blood stains indicated for me.
I tipped Misha's bowl where her leftover food started to stick onto.
I brushed the cat food stain on the kitchen floor.
I left the door open.
It all turned silent.
