The Cat

Deacon steps outside his low rent apartment, it's a cold night, Saturday, Deacon has been up to his usual deeds, stretching, counting cans, and drinking. He's been doing this for quite a few days now, he goes unnoticed by the neighbors, and cars passing by. He steps outside to take in a cigarette and inhale away the stress of nothing going on. Each night he has a visitor, a curious cat that steps out from an alley to see what's new in it's world. Deacon doesn't like cats, and the cat apparently doesn't approve of Deacon. However, there they stand 20 feet from one another, judging, and staring. Deacon makes no attempt to befriend the cat, and the cat reciprocates. The cat just stares at Deacon, unmoving, unafraid, just judging... It's a small cat, black and white, unloved and alone, this cat has no interest in making friends or being brought inside, similar to how Deacon feels, it just stares relentlessly as if it had something to say; but it's words would be wasted on a loser. Deacon in perhaps a drunken gesture, drops to a knee and beacons the cat to him, the cat doesn't move, just stares, a cruel stare, as if it knew something Deacon does not. Deacon with effort rises to his feet, snuffs out his cigarette, and proclaims to his only friend, "See you tomorrow".