My face is orange and white. I have green eyes. I’m ready for action. I walk, as quietly as a tiger, as I advance on the human figure lying on the green sofa. One leap is all it takes. He stirs and grunts in his sleep. I’m the dominant one. He’s at my mercy lying there.
I lean forward, my whiskers softly brush his nostrils. Hairy hands swat at me as he grunts and tries to turn. “Sphinx get off me!” Matthew’s gruff voice growls. I ignore him. After all, I am the dominant one.
I dip my face down again so my whispers touch his nose this time. That really upset him. That should make him get up and pay some attention to me!
“Sphinx, come over here.” Her gentle, sweet voice tempts me to come and cuddle with her. For her, I would do almost anything. She’s always kind to me.
If I am to describe her to you, here’s how I would do it. Soft, gentle, not very tall, but taller than I am, brown hair tied in a pony tail, and a round face with laughter lines around her mouth. Her blue eyes light up when she sees Matthew or I come into the room. She loves to read and listen to classical music.
My other human, Matthew is tall. He must be at least six foot and he towers over Laura and I. I call him the “Gentle Giant”. He’s as round as he is tall, has black hair and brown eyes. Matthew is funny, when he falls asleep on the sofa, he snores. What a weird sound that is!
When it comes to giving attention to me, Laura does this the best. I don’t have to butt her arm or rub against her leg to get her to notice me. In fact, sometimes she pats me so much that I fear that I will get a bald spot.
I like both of my pets very much. For humans, they are the best!
Can you believe that some humans think black cats are bad luck? Some even have the audacity to say that black cats ride with witches on brooms. Now I ask you, don’t you think that’s a silly idea?
I’m one of the lucky cats. I have a roof over my head, food in my dish and water in my bowl and I never need to scrounge in garbage pails to find my food.
There is no little human in the picture yet. I do dread that if that ever happens. I don’t want to be replaced in their affection! I hate it when their niece and nephew come to visit. I try and hide, but little hands reach in to my hiding place and yank me out. I arch my back and look as frightening as I can. You’d think they would get the hint and leave me alone. I’m always glad when they go home.
Another time, if fact, last week before the “event”, I saw them kissing and snuggling together on the sofa. I tried to pretend that I was not watching but, of course, I was. They left the sitting room rather hurriedly, almost glued together. Humans are such strange creatures!
I hear noises coming from where their bedroom but I choose to ignore it, as I stretch out on my cat bed ready to snooze. One last stretch, and I’m off to dreamland where I am king of the cats, everybody bowing to me. I am served the most delicious morsels as I sit on my throne amongst my adoring subjects. All females of course! This must be what cat heaven feels like!
From far away, I hear a crackling sound. My sixth sense wakes me up. My orange ears perk up. I look for the source of the noise and I see a glow in the corner beside the sofa.
It’s getting bigger and bigger and the crackling is getting louder and louder.
I must awake my pets. The door is closed. What shall I do?
BANG, BANG, BANG as I plunge against the resisting door. Again and again, I bang against the door.
My meows and the bangs should wake up the dead! Why won’t they hear me? I’m getting hot and the glow is getting bigger.”
"SPHINX, GO AWAY,” bellowed the gruff voice of Matthew.
I keep on banging and yowling as I try to alert them to the danger of the growing glow. Why hadn’t that thing in the ceiling gone off, like it always does when Laura cooks?
Heavy foots steps meet my ears, as Matthew flings open the door. I race back and forth, meowing for him to follow me into the sitting room. He finally gets the point in his half awake state.
“LAURA, LAURA, wake up! Both of us race into the bedroom. She is just lying there, dead to the world. She must not have heard my attempt to warn them. I lick her face, usually that wakes her up. Matthew calls her name and tugs her up to an upright position.
“Please let me sleep”, Laura mutters in a slurred voice. Her chubby arm flings itself around my neck. Now I’m a prisoner. I need to wriggle out of there pronto!
“Wack,” the sound of it echoes in the bedroom, as Matthew tries to rouse his wife from the effects of the sleeping pill.
Her feet drag on the ceramic foyer floor . He half drags her out into the carpeted hallway and pulls the fire alarm.
I was not quick enough to beat the automatic closure of the heavy door. Smoke and flames leap at me as I yowl for help. This is the last I remember before the smoke got me. Will I be remembered as a hero?