Entry 5

This is 5 on the list. Using all 5 senses.


     I see him scurry back and forth. For some reason he does not like me, and to be honest, I dont really care for him either. When I was young I did, but he is more of a pain in the ass now. The smell in this room is unbearable, even when at its freshest. If I wanted to smell animal waste, I would go to the shelter.

     I chase him around the house just to irritate him because as a child, it seems like fun to me. He runs under the fridge that does not have the bottom of the front on it. I lean down and see his eyes, and they are the only thing I can see. I poke at him a little and try to pull him out. All of a sudden he scratches me and I yank back my hand. Little son of a bitch. I reach for me again, and I hear the hiss and he is obviously not happy.

      I yell at him to come out. The more I yell and talk, the more he hisses. I try to get a broomstick out and push him out but to no avail. This seems like a lost cause. I decide to just let him be. The scratch on my arm hurts and I need a band aid anyway. I guess Simon my cat one this round, but payback will be coming his way. Damn cat.