My Hero Academia Vigilantes Ch59: Cats
- AnimeNovelist
- Nov 5, 2019
- 3 min read
Updated: Nov 6, 2019
Perspective of the cat from Chapter 59
It was pouring, yet I felt no rain.
My master left the house early that morning. Nothing was out of the ordinary that day, except the fact that the skies were making weird groans. Or maybe there was really something different today; something that made me slam into the tarnished silver vase, the only valuable possession my master had, adding to the noise. My master pulled me by my tail, and I tell myself that he does it out of playfulness. My master is a kind man. But I was stuffed into a cardboard box, and the gate slammed as my master carried his precious cardboard box out of our home.
How careless he was to forget his cardboard box. How careless of him to forget what was inside.
And days passed with no one seeing the grey cat in a cardboard box at the end of the street. I can’t blame them, it’s not like they didn’t want to take me in. They just couldn’t see me… right?
And I was hungry. Sleeping hardly helped. Closing my eyes to hide away from the reality of it all surely did not help either when the Big Bad Wolf was staring me down and ready to eat me. He nearly smelled… human? Were those who called themselves human, evil? Was what they really wanted cat meat? Then what about my master?
He came and rescued me and it happed so fast. Soon we were sliding… sliding(??) down the pavement away from the Big Bad Human. The food that I had stored for days in my stomach was tossed around as I was thrown around from my master’s hand to another. Then I nearly hit the ground. Amazingly, before I could scream for my master to come to save me, cloth pulled me away from my near death.
“Thanks a lot, Eraser”, said the boy who rescued me from the Big Bad Human. But he was not my master. Had my master already vanished from the scene?
“How’d you get yourself into this one?”, muttered the guy with the gold goggles and the Hobaku Buki which had saved me earlier from the ground. So my entire nightmare from earlier was explained, by the boy with two bunny ears who had far-too-quickly assumed he had the ability to replace my master.
Sadly, my master was not with me to witness my stroke of luck of being saved by a Pro Hero. It made me want to climb out of the box, with my untrimmed claws scratching violently on cardboard. Alas, my stroke of luck did not last. “Looks like we’re in for a soaking…” the bunny-eared boy commented.
That day, it poured, unlike any other day. And when the Pro Hero with the gold goggles made a list of owner’s responsibilities, I started to doubt if my master was ever coming back for me again.
I know... I’m a bad cat. You always hit me for being like that. Would any new master want to take me in? As if hearing my doubtful questions, the Pro Hero started to tell us about another rainy day, years ago.
It may have been pouring, but with the Pro Hero sharing his story, I was far happier when it rained. It was pouring, but I was sheltered under the awning and no droplet ever wet my fur.
It was pouring, yet I felt no rain.
END
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