“I doubt this cat even exists. Cats can’t talk, after all. Poor thing.”
“So…” he said.
“It doesn’t realize it’s dead does it? Can it say anything else?”
The cat, as if understanding Noa, looked up, opening it’s mouth.
She stood and went to make coffee, handing the cat to Noa, who, fumbling, sat back, eliciting another tirade from the cat. When it calmed down, sitting it between his legs, he began to watch her from his bedroom. He watched the sway of her hips, those tight pants drawing up, her shape distracting, even as she pulled that sweater back down, scratching her head. Seconds later he smelt that familiar cheap coffee smell, that strange, off-color burnt smell you’d normally associate with burnt coffee that’d been sitting on the burner for too long. To avoid this, he’d normally brew it one cup at a time. Filters are cheap, he reasoned, but coffee wasn’t, so why waste it? The cat was getting impatient, shouting off another report.
Noa looked at it.
“What’re ya even trying to say anyway?” he asked as she entered again, two cups on a platter, steaming, and she sat down with it, sitting it on the squat wooden table in front of them.
“Your coffee is awful Noa.” She said, smelling it.
“What? It’s fine. Cheap shit is always awful.”
“That’s not the point.” She said, moving backwards, crossing her legs. “Even if I where a poor dumbass like you I’d still buy the top shelf stuff. You’re not doing much with what you’ve got anyway.
“You’re employed by the United Authority though, don’t call me a dumbass, I’m barely scraping by.”
“Why’d you move out? You’re only twenty two.”
The cat was asleep, at least that’s what he’d thought. It’d stopped moving for a short while, prostrate over Noa’s thigh.
“Because it was noisy. Not the kind of noise you’d understand, though. Just them being around bugged me for some reason. I had to leave. Would’ve shot them otherwise.”
“It’s that bad?”
“Nah, I’m exaggerating. I’m not mentally sound, don’t get me wrong. You know about my problems but-“
She cut him off, finger to his lips.
“Don’t worry about that right now.” She said, taking a sip from her cup.
“Why do you buy such awful coffee?”
He groaned, got up and walked over to his bed, some squat, metal thing with a pad over some springs. Sat down, laying back.
“I’m tired, take that thing and go home. Your sister is useless anyway, probably starving.”
“Sadie isn’t that smart but she’s not useless, and no, remember, it’s not a real cat. There’s no telling what it could be either.” She said through another quick sip, eyes watering, coughing.