The cat was born a loner.

The cat was always kept inside.

The cat never went out, never experiented, never made friends.

It's okay. The cat doesn't care.

What could a cat feel anyway?

 

Then the cat saw the rain.

Never had she been so amazed.

'What's that thing?'

It's different from what the cat saw everyday.

The sky was darker.

But still somewhat bright.

A perfect comforting shade.

And water dropped in tiny drops.

On the road. On the window. And on the leaves outside.

But not on the cat.

'Why?'

The little heart went clouded, just like the sky.

 

Pit-pat... Pit-pat...

'What's that feeling?'

Pit-pat... Pit-pat...

The cat's heart thumped, along with the sounds coming from outside.

Pit-pat... Pit-pat...

The feeling confused the cat.

Was it called 'soothing'?

Or not?

Pit-pat... Pit-pat...

It's okay, whatever it was.

The cat decided she likes it anyway.

And maybe it's okay too, to not be able to feel the drops,

if it can hear this sound on and on.

For once in its life, the cat thought she's feeling it.

Happiness

 

But,

Pit-pat... Pit-pat...

... pit... pat...

... pit... ... pat...

...

The cat jerked its head up to look outside.

The unforgiving bright came back.

The leaves started to dry.

And the cat thinks that she must have died.