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so last night a black cat stood outside my car.
It shocked me. Not only because of its supersticious connotations, but because it seemed to be glaring right at me, in a way that only some humans dare to glare.
Also, its been there many times before.
It never stays at a distance. Always, it comes closer and closer, like on the prowel. I've never liked cats, but this one gives me the creeps more than anything in the world. Its always waiting there for me, when I look down from looking up at the stars at night. My dog simply ignores its existance and sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that sees him. I feel like he would speak to me, and reveal something that I wasn't prepared for. I often feel like this on summer nights when my eyes play tricks on me.
Last night, when he came closer, I decided to not run, but to face my fear. I cautiously patted his head, and he rubbed across my legs as usual. He circled around me atleast twenty times. I start to tell him that I have to go inside, to break the eery silence, but everytime I spoke he just meowed and bellowed something back to me. I've never met a cat so responsive. It confuses me everytime. I tried for the door, hoping the sound will make him run away, but he continued on and peered into the dark house as the crack become an accesible opening. Oh no I thought, he's not coming into my house. I quickly snuck through the opening and locked the door behind me. I heard meows all night long.
Maybe he is just hungry. Or maybe I'm just crazy. All the neighbors adore him, but there's something disturbing about this animal that makes me not want to be left alone with him on the street. I'm a pretty experienced person and I'm generally not afraid of things, but at night, the world seems to melt away into something completely different. This cat is always there, like an old best friend that I killed in my last life, coming back to haunt me. I don't understand. My dad is usually a good judge of character and he once said, "That cat is human alright." Whatever he is, I'm afriad to find out. When I was little, all my scary dreams included this pair of glaring eyes that pierced into my sight. Maybe cats remind me of this intensity, this fear.