Chapter 9
Later that summer, the neighbor’s cat went missing. Notices went up to describe little Fluffy, who seemed to have wandered off and didn’t return home. Nobody seemed to know what had become of the cat, nobody but Jake that is. He had been playing in the same field where he had found the bird when he saw Fluffy. It was chasing a butterfly when Jake called it.
“Come here kitty” Jake called.
The cat either didn’t hear or was too busy to notice Jake, and went on trying to catch the elusive butterfly. Jake persisted and when the cat looked up Jake leaned down to pet it.
The cat seemed to back up at first, afraid of this stranger, but after a moment or two, relaxed and began purring. Jake petted it and a smile came over his face, thinking he had met a playmate at last, something he could actually care for and look after. He started thinking about how nice it was to finally have a pet and was not really paying attention to what he was doing. He held onto the cat with more force than he had intended, and kept doing so until the cat nipped him on the hand and jumped down.
All at once, Jake’s expression turned and he glared at the cat. The cat hissed and backed away, obviously frightened by the change in mood of this boy in front of him.
“You Little Bastard!” Jake shrieked, “I was a friend to you and this is how you treat me.”
The cat hissed again and kept backing away from him, not letting him out of his sight, just wanting to get away from this boy/mad dog.
Fluffy tried to run but Jake was too quick for him. He caught the cat and grabbed him by the neck.
“Now I’m going to teach you a lesson for being mean to me.” And with that he hit the cat across the head with a stick that was lying nearby. When he had finished with the cat, it’s face looked a lot like poor old Mr. Jacobs’s face would look years later in that parking lot.
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