Our neighborhood had many cats, but none of them were like our cat. Many described him to be “the fire cat” but it wasn’t only because of his curious and determined personality, but because of his flame colored coat and his dark green eyes. He was known to be the neighborhood cat… he did belong to use, but we barley saw him; he just roamed around the street scratching at our doors for food. He was always looking for a fight and getting in to trouble, getting other cats injured. Quite often he’d come into our backyard and stare at the fish in the pond for a while; he never seemed to think about catching them though… none of my family understood why. He just sat there; his golden fur shimmering as the wind gently brushed it over.
We couldn’t understand the cat. He had so much personality but seemed so different. My sister and I would sometimes go outside and tease him with a stick and get him to chase us down the street. Even for some people who were going for their ‘early morning walks’ the cat would follow them down the street.
Every weekend our family would go outside and play footy with the kids next door. Fire cat’s olive green eyes piercing directly at us, slightly tilting his head. Yes, we loved our cat, everyone did. How couldn’t they? He was so interesting. But there was just one thing that was weird about him. Like many cats, he hated water. He would only drink it if there were a tap running and he could just himself close enough without getting wet. Yes, every cat hated the water… not as much as this cat. We had no idea why. But one day it was raining, I peeked out side we window. I was very shocked to see smoke when It was raining. I stayed inside waiting for the rain to stop. It did.
2 weeks now and we haven’t seen or heard anything about the “fire cat.” Where could he have gone?