That day, I woke up at 6:30 A.M., as I usually did on Mondays. I quickly got off the bed and stood in front of it, searching for my cat. Then, I heard a loud crash and immediately went in the direction of the crashing sound, only after I arrived there that I found my cat standing on top of a pile of cat food, curiously smelling the mess that she had made, and cursing. Wait, she was cursing? My cat, my mischievous little feline friend, was cursing? As she yelled the f-word, I quickly turned to see my father, who greeted me, nothing out of the ordinary, he seemed like he didn’t see the pile of cat food, nor did he hear my cat cursing. Noticing my father’s usual demeanor, I pinched my arm to deduce if I was still dreaming or not, which eventually hurt me, informing me of my consciousness.
As I became aware of the reality of this situation, I grabbed my cat and stormed into my room and shut the door. Since I wanted to check whether my cat understood me or not, I said “Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”, just like that one Jackie Chan movie. My cat looked at me in confusion, acting dumb like she always did, but suddenly her body language changed, switching her appearance to a more serious one. She bluntly said, “After all those years of suffering, you can understand me just now?” with a tone that I wouldn’t expect: a very masculine, pissed-off tone. I stood there like a stone statue from the shock of the change in her tone and demeanor, her manly voice catching me off. As I regained my composure, I said, “So you do understand me, and what do you mean by ‘years of suffering’?”. When my cat heard that, she let out a huge sigh and eventually said, “You humans are idiots. Of course, I understood you, and even though you were the one who was unable to comprehend my words, you were the one who treated me like I was the idiot.”. I reply quickly with a “Sorry, but you really did act like an idiot sometimes, and I’m assuming that that was an act too?”. After I asked her that, she responded to my question, telling me that her idiotic acts were indeed fake, and that they were done to keep us, her owners, entertained so that we’d keep providing her with shelter and food.
From that time on, we kept chatting until my mom barged into my room, telling me to get ready for school. As I dressed up and prepared my stuff for school, my cat kept quiet, silently watching me as I got ready. After I got ready, I silently bid farewell to my cat, unlike other days, and left the house. As I got in the school bus, I was replaying the unusual moments I experienced with my now-talking cat. I knew that nothing in between us would be the same ever again.