Lawyer and Cat

[Mr. Moon]

Michael #1

It happened just a few days after Cro left with Gabriel. The lawyer was returning home from a long day of work, when he realised something was wrong. Usually when he came home Loki was already by the door, rubbing his tabby head against his legs to greet his human home, however not this time.
“Loki?”
The lawyer asked, his hand raised in guard, ready to strike against any possible intruder.
“Loki, where are you buddy?”
Moving quickly through the hall of his house, Michael found himself in the living room.
“There you are you sleep head.”
He smiled, noticing his tabby cat lying in the chair with his head peacefully resting on the front paws. His smile however faded as he realised that he was lying there way too still.
“Loki…”
The lawyer wasn´t one who would express his emotion publicly, but that didn´t mean the lost of his oldest friend wouldn´t hit him hard.
He still remembered it as if it happened yesterday. The rainy evening, twenty two years ago, when his eight years old self found a little kitten in a bush near his home. It was abandoned, shaking from cold and fear, so he took it home. He was already running late that day, so it cost him some beating from his mom, but he managed to sneak little Loki into his room and hide him long enough for him to start catching mice, proving his usefulness to the constantly drunken woman.
From that day onwards, Loki was always there for him. He helped him through his studies, first murder, accompanied him during his run from West to East Blue, for 22 years, whenever he came home Michael was welcomed by his clingy cat and his loud purring. But not anymore.
The lawyer sat next to his friends for minutes, silent tears running down his cheeks while his mind was offering him memories of time the two of them spent together, his hand running through the soft fur for the last time.
Then, without saying a word Michael took Loki to his garden and dug him grave under an old cherry tree he loved so much. Tomorrow he will commission him a proper memorial for today, simple cross made of wood would have to do.

[Cat]

Popelka 1

The situation was bad. The old lady didn´t return another day, which meant that she had to hunt for food again. It was so humiliating and the food wasn´t as good as the food prepared by her old servant.

„Meow?“

She asked when she heard steps behind the doors. Maybe she was lucky! She jumped on the floor and decided to welcome her servant, so she will have her food sooner. But there was something wrong. The human behind the doors didn´t smell like her and also silently knocked.

The man behind the doors waited silently for a while.

„Is there someone? “

He asked and when he didn´t get a response he slipped the envelope under the doors and started walking away. Popelka looked at the envelope angrily. She wasn´t sure what to do with it, but maybe he would tell her if she brought it to that man.

The cat gently took t envelope inside her mouth and hurried to the open window. She had to be swift. Luckily the envelope-bringer stopped before the doors of the neighbor’s house and was talking to him.

“..will not return why?”

“She was telling everyone that her cat could speak and was completely insane. She had 20 cats! Can you imagine it? And they are roaming almost everywhere in our neighborhood now!”

The envelope bringer frowned.

“That´s terrible. Thank you for the information, I must go. Take care”

He turned and left. Popelka didn´t follow him. She was confused. What were they talking about? She needed to know more but she was also hungry and had that envelope. Popelka sighed and decided to leave the envelope hidden in a nearby tree so she can start her hunt.

She just needed to find the right prey. Or maybe … it could be better if she make the trip to the city center? She decided to try it, there was no good food nearby.

[Mr. Moon]

Michael #2

The lawyer had no idea how long he was just sitting next to the small grave, watching the stars above his head. While his body was there, his mind was wandering among the memories from their past the recent ones and distant ones alike.
Michael had no idea how long he was sitting there like that, but when he finally got back up on his feet the city around him was already silent.
“Goodbye buddy.”
He whispered, heading back to his house.
It was a long day for the lawyer. One filled with hearings and seemingly never-ending meetings, so he felt tired, very tired but at the same time, he knew that he won´t be able to sleep. Lying in the bed and watching the ceiling wasn´t an option. His mind needed an escape from his grief.
Part of him wanted to be outside, stalking the night, drowning his sorrow in the blood of the wicked, but the last piece of rationality that was still awake in his brain warned him against it as in his current state he would just become an easy target for Marines and similar forces of “justice”. And so instead of that he walked into his cellar, returning with a very old and expensive bottle of red wine pouring himself a glass.
“On you Loki”
Drowning his grief in a different kind of red liquid the lawyer emptied his glass in one go before pouring himself another one. He wasn´t really used to drinking this much this quickly, so just two glasses were enough for his body to feel the numbing effect of alcohol on both his body and mind.
A bit too late he realized that bottle like this was directly asking for a company and that perhaps he shouldn´t be all alone, but it was already too late to change that.