Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
Felix by Sofia Greenberg - Humble Pie
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Anyways, what were we talking about? So I wasn’t getting adopted, and the months<br />
rolled on till I was about one and a half years old. That’s when I saw her again,<br />
Rachel White.<br />
In my past life, Rachel was the first girl who went down on me. She was kind<br />
of chub<strong>by</strong>, and she liked me way too much. And not for any of the reasons the other<br />
girls did. Rachel and I had been friends for a while before she fell for me – and<br />
admittedly, I fell for her too - just not enough. I never fell for any girl enough. But<br />
Rachel had this hot friend, Stephanie, that I wanted to bang real bad. Rachel sensed<br />
something was up or whatever and became a god damn cock block. And so I told<br />
Rachel she was an ugly cow. That ended our friendship, and I didn’t think much of<br />
it. I never thought much about any of that stuff…. until I got my cat balls removed.<br />
That seemed to curse me, with compassion or remorse or something.<br />
You can probably imagine how surprised I was to see Rachel at the SPCA.<br />
She was more beautiful than I remembered – for a human. I had forgotten how large<br />
her breasts were, and how stringy her hair was…very stringy. I got up and meowed<br />
at her. More of a squeak than a meow – my cat voice was pathetic. Rachel turned<br />
and looked at me and my heart melted. She pet my head and I licked her hand which<br />
in turn made her smile.<br />
In the socialization room, I let Rachel put me in her lap. I don’t know why I<br />
was so obtuse to that before. Laps are warm and you can put your head on the<br />
human’s hand while they scratch your head with their other hand. Rachel also let me<br />
play with her stringy hair. And as I let her curls fall into my mouth I knew I loved<br />
her.<br />
…<br />
As a human, I was named Alex – like Alexander the Great. As a cat, Rachel<br />
named me Muffins – which at first I resented but came to not mind as much. In the<br />
beginning Rachel was an excellent master. She let me sleep at the end of the bed and<br />
everything! She also would feed me Fancy Feast as opposed to the generic stuff they<br />
gave me at the shelter.<br />
Her apartment was far bigger than my previous living quarters. Which was<br />
great because I could run frantically from room to room for no reason at all. And<br />
Rachel loved it! Everything I did was ‘adorable’ and would make her laugh.<br />
Sometimes Rachel would bring over her pretty friends. I would run under the bed<br />
and hide, watching their feet, till Rachel would come and drag me out. When I was a<br />
human I would have probably fucked them all, but now I feel pretty loyal to Rachel<br />
…I mean, she’s the one who feeds me after all.<br />
When she brought men over I was overwhelmingly jealous. They would fuck<br />
her over and over for hours and sometimes I would watch from my cat bed, but<br />
mostly I would just sit in the bathroom on top of the laundry basket and fume about<br />
it. Then the dude would usually come in to take a leak and if he didn’t notice I was<br />
there I would hiss to scare him, making piss go everywhere and causing him to<br />
swear.<br />
Then one night, I’m sitting in the bathroom after this one dude’s been banging<br />
her for like an hour and I hear the front door slam. Rachel walks in a little while<br />
after. She’s in a sexy red slip and has smeared lip-gloss on her face. She bends down<br />
and begins to clean out my litter box. That’s when I see it, this look of utter despair<br />
and loneliness laced across her face. Eyes focused on shoveling my shit. Then she<br />
puts down the little scooper and wraps her arms around herself and begins to softly<br />
cry.<br />
“Fuck.” She murmurs. And for the first time ever in both my lives I want to<br />
tell this girl that she’s my everything, and not to be sad. But I know that I am not<br />
enough for Rachel. And ‘meow’ is the only response I can give her.<br />
Rachel’s eyes meet mine, and I can tell she is both relieved I am there and yet<br />
disappointed that it’s just me. That it’s just Muffins.<br />
“I’ll be okay, kitty.” She says.<br />
After that little incident she started bringing more and more men over. And<br />
they’d fuck her and hurt her and leave her – just as I had once done. She’d cry and<br />
cry as she cleaned out my litter box and I felt helpless to comfort her. I’d meow, I’d<br />
chase ping-pong balls around the apartment - but nothing helped. Not even when I<br />
would bring her dead bugs.<br />
Finally, after months of assholes, this one guy appears whom Rachel calls<br />
‘Jake’. And he’s okay, a bit of a loser if you ask me. But Rachel tells her friends he’s<br />
nice and takes care of her well, so I guess that’s cool. I like Jake okay. He plays with<br />
me and the string sometimes. I love string.<br />
But I’ve been feeling funny lately. Like something is wrong inside my head.<br />
Master – I mean Rachel – is happy. And so I am happy. Okay, actually I am a bit<br />
concerned because she has been purchasing the flavors of Fancy Feast I like the least.<br />
(what the hell is ‘mixed grill’ anyway?) I have not been bringing her dead bugs as<br />
presents to express my discontent with this. But Jake distracts her. Which is okay,<br />
because he plays with me and the string. I do love string.<br />
Rachel is out of the apartment more and so I’ve been sitting in front of the<br />
window. And I don’t think about much when I do it. Hours pass and I don’t feel or<br />
notice anything. But I miss Master when she is gone. And sometimes it takes her too<br />
long to notice that my food bowl is empty or my litter box is too full.<br />
I’m starting to wonder if there is something I have forgotten. I sleep a lot – I<br />
mean, a lot – and I have dreams about another time and another place when I was<br />
something other than a cat. But what was it? I can’t remember. And now I don’t<br />
understand what the master is talking about. Only when she calls my<br />
name…Muffins…or brings me food…or string…God, I love string.