Chapter 26
C h a p t e r T w e n t y - S i x
A m o s S w a n - T h e c a t
I find the two of them hilarious. Her boots strike the pavement as though it was the one who caused her agitation.
I sit on her shoulder, my claws in her—well his—wool coat. I don’t even think she realized she grabbed it in her fury. I look back, giving the home one last contemptuous look, he follows a chuckle escaping him as she yells at him.
She mutters to herself, clipped phrases that sound like matchsticks in the night. She’s furious and underneath it all she is unmistakably coming undone by a boy she will swear she despises.
Her arm lifts to wipe at the tear in her eye, not from him but from the resonating feeling of breaking without meaning to. I press my paw into the side of her cheek, anchoring her to the present moment.
I can’t tell if she liked the photos or if she hated them. Her tears aren’t sad, more angry, but her heart beats in her chest as if the danger calls to her.
Humans' feelings are so easily persuaded. One moment they’re committing scoundrel acts, the next they’re fighting their way from another. To be so indecisive would drive me insane.
I do love Sylvia, dearly, with all the breath in me but sometimes I wonder what’s going through her mind to make her act so rash. Feelings I will never understand from my cat position. Was there a time I was human? Possibly but it’s not something I remember.
There was a time I was upset about mother’s death, still am, but I don’t let it consume me. That’s not the way of living nor is it the way of life.
I just hope Sylvia knows I love her.
Always.