The Cat and the Beginning…

It was a dark, cool night. The stars and moon were hidden by sinister covering of clouds. The only light came from the occasional street lamps, which shined their soft yellow glow upon the sidewalks up the street, and reflected in the skyline with a brownish blackish haze. But these street lamps were far and few tonight, and seemed to cause more harm than help. Rather than illuminate the street and provide adequate lighting, they merely seemed to cast more sinister shadows than do any real good.
Along these streets of innocently lain shadows, crept a cat. Her back was of a graying blackness and her stomach an off white cover which stretched up toward her face. A chill sneaked up upon her and her back arched into the night as she shook off the startling breeze that had temporarily frozen her insides. As if a warm human hand had reached down and caressed her ever so gently, she stood still once again, patiently waiting outside Dr. McGregor’s dark silent house and began to purr. Air conditioning units filled the silent street with a constant hum. A screech from the tires of a car played a horrific tune from a foreign distance away. Her narrow eyes jetted from side to side as she waited for her sign.
A bit of rustling from the bushes, outside the living room window startled Sadie. She sat up at once and turned her complete focus toward the location of the disturbance. Noise of an invisible jet flew high above in the overcast sky. Sadie’s two narrow green eyes glanced across the bottom portion of the houses façade to find out the source of the commotion. Then a big yellow tabby cat stepped outside the bushes and began to pace back and forth between the house and her. It was like it was sizing her up before taking the chance to intercede between themselves and the awkwardness that was beginning to develop. The tabby was twice her size, and its fur was jutting out in every direction. It was like this cat hadn’t tongued itself a bath in weeks. “How embarrassing” thought Sadie at once. Was this the sign she was waiting for? Was this cat supposed to give her some kind of message or something?
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” asked Sadie.
“I should probably ask you the same thing, but of course I know that answer as well as you do. To answer your other question, I go by many names in this world of mine. Some little girl in Manchester called me by the name of ‘Posh,’ a family in a little town outside of Kansas City used to know me by the name of ‘King.’ But those names just won’t do for me anymore. As it is, you may call me Frank.” replied the tabby cat and began to pace and curl his body gracefully around a large garden rock on the other side of the bush. Stretching and feeling every crack, scour, and dimple that was upon the surface of the rock, with yellow and black branded tail.
“Was I sent to see you?” Sadie asked.
“Well, that all depends on who sent you now doesn’t it.” said the yellowish tabby. He sat down upon the mulched floor further on from the bush. He laid his pussycat chin upon the arms of his paws. He yawned and Sadie was able to see the massive amount of teeth aligning his small, but powerful jaws.
“All right, well—do you—or don’t you—have a message for me?”
“All right, all right don’t get your fur up on all ends… yes I have a message for you. But let me warn you. I can only give away the message given to me; I have nothing else to give you. So if you are looking for explanations, go ahead and look somewhere else.”
“What’s the message?”
“Oh—that—well, this is a little complicated—but—I was told to tell you that HE is on his way and you better make ready his end and finish.”
“Who is one his way?”
“No, no… I cannot tell you that, but I assume you will soon find that one out on your own.”
“Just tell me who it is Frank.”
“Can’t tell what I do not know. For now just get going to where you were supposed to be.”
“You know you are an asshole, Frank.”
“Just go watch the houses. Tonight, this night, HE will be born. And tonight, you will find the dedication a servant the likes of you needs. Now go!”
The yellow tabby stood up on all fours and graced the rock with his tail once again as he passed back into the bushes, once again out of sight.
“What houses am I supposed to watch?”
For several minutes Sadie hesitantly watched the bush for any sign that he was still there. She was standing upwind so she could not smell him there anymore. But she cautiously believed that he was still lurking within the bushes or tall shrub grass keeping a watchful eye upon her. This was ridiculous she thought to herself. Where and what houses were she supposed to watch? What was she going to be looking for?
She had had enough craziness for one night and she returned to her shelter, which was on the other side of the street in an empty lot. This was going to be a future home for a future family one day. At the present moment the lot consisted of a huge hole in the ground and piles of upturned dirt. Tonight and many previous ones, this had been where Sadie had made her home. She crawled into a familiar barrel and proceeded to lie down within. She kept her head outside as she lay upon her paws and began to think about the events that had just transpired. “Craziness” she thought to herself. And after a bit of grooming, she grew wary and closed her eyes. There, somewhere in between the great restlessness of boredom and deep methodical thinking, Sadie the graying cat fell asleep on her little paws.