An Encounter || Fitchell
Exhausted from yet another day full of classes, Ronnie was excited to get home, take off her pants, and pass out on the couch watching Parks and Recreation. Unlocking her apartment door and stepping inside, she swiftly locked the door behind her. Due to the chilly Chicago weather, she peeled off layer after layer, soon slipping off her Doc Martens. Her coats hung on the rack beside her as she moved further inside, tossing her bag onto the dining room table, she—quite dramatically—dove onto her couch, reaching for the remote on the coffee table across from her as she rolled onto her back.
That’s when she saw it. A cat strolling across her small living room. Obviously startled, she froze mid-reach, watching the cat as it made itself at home and hopped onto her couch and lied down on her legs. Not wanting to scare it, she slowly sat up. Had she left a window open? Even if she did, how would a cat make it up to the seventh floor? She noticed a collar onto the cat, and gingerly reaching over, she read the name. Oswald. It took a moment for her to figure out why she suddenly grew annoyed, but it clicked. Shooing the cat off of her, she stood, growing angry. “Get away from my dog and OUT OF MY HOUSE.” She yelled to the other person in her home, obviously not in the mood for the little shit’s shit.