Doloris waited for Porch Cat’s arrival. Every night around 8:00 pm Porch Cat came to her house to eat dinner. Tonight she had put out a bowl of canned tuna for him. Porch Cat loved to be petted. After finishing his meal he would saunter over to Deloris who would stroke his silky caramel fur, then he would curl up on her mushy thighs and nap for about ten minutes. After that he usually scampered off, always turning his head to look back at her once – his way of saying good-bye.
Deloris checked her cell phone, it was 7:58. She took a long sip of Rose, then lit a Menthol Light. She watched the kids across the street play in their front yard. It was late May so it was still light outside. Deloris wasn’t a big fan of children, she found them noisy, messy and she hated how they always asked “but why?” about every damn thing. She thought it foolish that anyone actually procreated these days. If a couple wanted a child they should adopt, there were thousands of babies and children wasting away in orphanages and hellish foster care homes. Deloris had watched an NBC Special Report on this subject matter, so she knew what she was talking about. She took another long sip of Rose. She was getting riled up now about the issue – the narcissism of people who insisted on having their own babies when there were desperate babies all over the world – blew her mind. Deloris scowled as she exhaled smoke – selfish pricks she thought to herself.
It was now 8:00 and no sign of Porch Cat yet. Deloris checked to make sure she had remembered to put out fresh water then sat back down. She smoothed out her colourful print tunic, it was one of her new spring purchases. Deloris only shopped at one store – Chico’s. Her favourite saleswoman was Jolene, they had become friends and occasionally went out for Margaritas together. Jolene had taught Deloris about highlighting her best features and hiding her worst. According to Jolene, Deloris was pear shaped. Deloris hated pears and she didn’t like the idea that her body was shaped like one, but Jolene had a great eye and soon after starting to shop with her Deloris started to receive compliments at work. Even her boss, Mr. Elton, who never said anything to anyone, complimented her one day on her outfit.
A caramel fur ball swooshed up the steps – it was Porch Cat! Deloris smiled as she watched him scarf down his tuna. Porch Cat was starting to look a little chunky – Watermelon shaped – and Deloris figured it was because he ate dinner at more than one house. Porch Cat clearly belonged to someone, he was friendly and looked well taken care of. He had a collar with a tag, but Deloris never called the number on it because she didn’t want him to stop visiting her. What if his owner decided to keep him inside?! He needed to be out and about, doing cat things, so that his cat soul would be fulfilled. After finishing his dinner Porch Cat hopped up next to Deloris and nuzzled her. A watermelon and a pear, happy together.