Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I shut the door behind me as I entered my apartment. The walk home had been pleasant, despite the pain running through my legs right now. I had made a small stop at a small convenience store on the way home, and bought some shampoo for cats, as well as a can of cat food. She hid inside of my jacket the whole time. This cute little cat had melted into me more and more the whole way home. I would be able to check it over more thoroughly for wounds and whatnot here in a minute.

I slipped off my shoes, and went towards my room, setting the bag of stuff I just bought on the counter. Once I was in my bedroom, I walked over to my desk and turned on my lamp I had on it. I gently set that cat on its feet, and it looked at me in such a precious way that I couldn't help smile and rub its head.

"You are too cute." I said, and the cat rubbed its head against my hand affectionately.

I angled the lamp towards it, and began to look over it.

"Hmm, a couple scratches and scrapes, but nothing major. Your fur is so soft." I said, and the cat looked at me curiously as I inspected it.

I turned it around to make sure I examined everything I could. Tail was in good shape, back legs seemed fine and...

"Oh, you're a girl. Not that it really matters, but it'll be easier to give you a name and- huh?" I said, turning her back around, only to find that her white cheeks were tinged red.

Cats can blush? I held up my hands. I keep forgetting that this cat was different, so of course I should have realized it can feel embarrassed. I felt a little guilty, but I mean, that's like, the easiest way to find out the gender of an animal.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just didn't want to refer to you as an it anymore." I said, and the cat seemed to ponder my words, before the dark red in its cheeks went away.

I stroked her head, and she leaned into my touch again, purring loudly. This whole interaction had my mind and body feeling lighter than it has in a long time. I picked her up.

"Not to embarrass you more... but its bath time. You stink." I said, and this cat gave me my first feline pout I'd ever seen.

She meowed at me, and I paused, as I could almost make out the intent behind that noise. It was almost like she was saying, "You too," and that made me chuckle. I smelled under my armpit, and I gagged.

"Okay, yeah, you're not wrong." I laughed as I carried her towards the bathroom.

Once we were inside, I began to strip off mg clothes, and it felt a little strange with this cat watching me so intently. She seemed to look confused, but her face had turned red again as I threw off my shirt and pants, leaving me in just my boxers. I looked down at my pale, sickly body, pretty much all skin and bones, and I let out another bitter laugh.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just... well, I'm sick. Have been for a long time. My whole life has been a struggle both mentally and physically, and every time I go to sleep, I wonder if I'm going to even wake up the next day." I said, venting a little bit to my cat.

To her credit, she was perched there on my bathroom counter, listening to me intently. She looked sad, both for me, and for something else. Something far away, and distant. Despite everything that has happened in my life, and even today... having this friendly bundle of fur here with me was comforting, and it was nice.

"I'm gonna clean myself off, and after that, it's bathtime." I said, removing my underwear. The cat's eyes bugged out as they hit the floor.

I got into the shower, and quickly cleaned myself off. Washing my hair and body didn't take me super long, and really, the only thing that got in my way was the constant pain. Scrubbing below the belt was a struggle, as it hurt so bad to just bend down. Yet, despite everything that was wrong with me, I refused to be that helpless. I wouldn't give up until I breathed my last.

Once I was clean, I rinsed out the bathtub, before beginning to fill it with water. A good soak always did wonders for me, at least for a little bit. I walked over to my new friend, and her eyes were fixing on not my face, but my penis as it swung back and forth from my gate. I laughed.

"Hey now, don't be weird." I said, and she actually jumped up a few inches before spinning around and staring at nothing. I scratched my cheek.

"What an odd creature." I said, but if anything, it made her even more adorable.

I've never had a cat before, but I've always wanted one. I've always said that I liked animals more than people, and I had already experienced one reason why that held true. It couldn't be much different than having a dog, right?

It took roughly 10 minutes to fill the tub up the rest of the way. Once it was nice and full, I turned the water off, and looked at my new friend. Then, I smacked my face.

"Hold on." I said, hobbling out of the bathroom.

I came back a short moment later with the shampoo in hand, and I set it down on the edge of the tub. I walked over, and gingerly picked the cat up in my arms. She didn't even struggle, nor did she react negatively to the water that dripped from my body onto her fur.

"Definitely a strange cat." I said. I didn't know much about them overall, but I knew most of them didn't like water.

I tested the water, finding it to be an acceptable temperature, before I stepped in. I detached my shower head from where it was seated, and placed it on the side of my tub. I held the cat to my chest with one arm, while using the other to grab the handrail to the side to held ease myself down. My body was submerged in the hot water, and I groaned as I felt my muscles untensing, and some of the pain in my body fleeting.

I slowly lowered my fluffy friend into the water, first her paws, then her body. To my surprise, she let out a contented purr as water seemed to effect her the same way it effected me.

"Good?" I asked, and she nodded against my chest.

I smiled as I grabbed the shampoo, and began to lather it up in my hands. I began softly running my fingers through her fur, scrubbing her and soaping up a good layer on her fur. She sat there, happily, as I scrubbed as much of her as I could. Once she was nice and soaped up, I grabbed the shower head, turned on the water, and began to gingerly rinse her off.

"There you go. All better?" I asked as I rinsed the last bit of soap off of her fur.

She responded by licking my nose, and that single action hit me harder than I thought it would. I felt tears begin to fall from my eyes, and the cat responded, meowing in a tone that sounded like... concern. Sadness. I rubbed her head.

"You didn't do anything wrong... you just reminded me of how lonely I have been." I said.

It was true. My parents didn't talk to me anymore, with my mom not being allowed to and my dad being a fucking asshole. Even Keith had stopped by less and less over the past few months, and the only times I ever saw him was when I went to him. Even then, he didn't talk to me like he used to. I was now aware of why.

Rachel as well. As much as I thought I loved her, she was spending less and less time with me over the last few months as well. She always had to go somewhere, and to be somewhere else. Honestly, I had been worried about her leaving me for sometime, but for her and my best friend to be fucking behind my back. I closed my eyes, and let out a long breath. I felt a wet nose and a furry face nuzzle into my chin, and I choked out a sob.

I held her close to me as I let my emotions out. I couldn't hold them in any longer, no matter how much I tried. I cried like that for a good 4 or 5 minutes, before I was finally able to calm myself down. The... no, my cat, just kept rubbing against me and comforting me.

Before I knew it, I was just talking. I talked about my life, about being sick, about my mom and dad. How my dad hated me, and how he tried to make my mom hate me, but she never could. I wished I could help her every second of every day. Doesn't help matters that he's in law enforcement. To her credit, my new friend listened to me, and every time I told her something sad, she would rub against my cheek, or lick my face.

"You know, just today, before I found you, I walked in on my girlfriend and my best friend having sex. It totally floored me, and it is hitting me a lot harder now than it did then. I loved that girl, you know? But... maybe it is for the best. They are both hearty and healthy, not at all like me. I just... I wish life could be different. I wish things were better. I'm gonna miss them, but it's better this way." I told her, feeling weird about venting to my new cat, but since she could understand me somehow, it felt... good to talk to someone... uh, something, that would listen. I saw animals no different than people. Better, in many cases.

She growled, but not at me. She was mad for me, not at me. When was the last time someone got upset on my behalf? I smiled, my tears intermingling with the water, and I kissed the top of her head, and she nuzzled into my chin.

"I guess not everything is bad. I have you now."