The Cat.

It was a little before ten, right after I biked when I went to our terrace to watch for the stars and feel the early blow of Christmas season. Out of nowhere I noticed a silhouette in the far corner of the terrace, perched on top of the marble.

There was no light in the terrace so solid forms was in silhouette. I came nearer and realized that it was cat. A black cat with white fur on its chest and a fancy black bow tie. A black bow tie? Probably a lost cat. Funny looking cat though.

The cat sat so stiffly like as if it was a statue. I almost had the urge to clap in front of it just to see it move and confirm to myself that it is indeed alive.

I shook my head.

What a silly thought, I told to my self.

"I have been waiting ..." someone said.

When I heard someone someone spoke, I jumped a little to where I was standing, The voice was in its perfect baritone in a perfect accent I have never heard in my life. American?

"Actually it is English; and if you are observant enough as you claim to be you know that it is I who had spoken". The voice said so flawlessly.

I slowly turned my head to where the cat was sitting and looked at the it curiously. It didn't move from its position, not even blinked but it looked at me so straightly in the eye and I suddenly felt a rush of cold wind touched my spine...

-- written Nov 7'10; 11:07 PM

Dear Friend,

Last night, I went to the top of the hill. To tell you my friend, I had a hard time climbing on top of it because Swordie was getting heavy; plus my hat keeps on falling off my head. I was thinking of leaving Swordie behind but I realized that if I left Swordie he would be alone. It will not help also that this place is already lonely. I guess Swordie will hate me if I left him. He might think that years of being with him meant nothing to me. So even though Swordie was a bit of a burden, I carried him around. I guess that's what friends do right?

When I reached on the top of the mountain, the sky was clear and wide as an ocean. Plus the stars above was like little diamonds that God had accidentally spilled. Maybe He did that because he doesn't want the sky to be empty.

You know when I stare at the sky and at the stars, there's this longing that I feel. It feels like I missed home; funny because I really have no home at all. Maybe the stars are my home that's why I feel this longing. Oh I should include that to my mission. I should find my way back home --- that is the stars. But ... hmm ... the question now is: how do I get there?

Well I hope you can help me my friend. I'll write to you soon.

Love,
Pyrate