Chapter 6 Planning to Fake the death of the Cat

I'm sitting in the car, shouting at the windshield. Banging up against the steering wheel. Just thinking nothing is go right as usual. Why don't I think before I do something? I'm so freaking lazy, and it appears to others that I'm dumb. I know if I put my mind to it, I can achieve anything. That is the most frustrating thing about me. Just try a little harder and all will go as planned. I'm startled as I'm thinking about all of this mess. This guy walking the dog sees me banging up against the steering wheel yelling. He thought for some reason it was towards him. His dogs jump up like a horse is trying to rid of the rider. Start barking at me with such fury, I quickly start the car and drive off. My heart beats a thousand times a minute. Damn that was close to a heart attack, I thought as I drove off. As I'm driving so many different thoughts are popping into my mind. The cat, money, my uncles wife, stealing the cat, becoming a millionaire. My mind wasn't sure what to focus on. The traffic calms me down, on a hot summer day. The AC blasting into my face. The sweat dripping down all sorts of places I will not mention. It's uncomfortable but at the time the cold air is soothing. My mind starts to hit peaks, I can think much for clearer as the moment has passed. Get the cat, and I am home free. I keep on repeating it over and over. Just have the eyes on the prize, all I need is one. All I needed was for one big win in my life to reach a pivotal moment. The cat was my answer to all of the sorrow in my life. Damn I thought it was sad that a cat, was the solution to all my problems.

I finally reach home, park the car in the underground parking. Run towards the door, up the stairs to the lobby. I calmly walk to my parents place, open the door. My father is sitting there and eating as usual. I see beer on the table, kababs, and him extending his left arm to reach for something under the table. I already knew from experience it was a vodka bottle he was hiding from my mom.

Father- "Welcome home son, oh that is right you homeless, you have no home. I Eat and drink like king and you can watch me."

I give him smirk and head to my den area. My father gets up all tipsy and starts coming towards me.

Father- "You pay rent at the end of month."

Dan- "No way you drunk as bitch."

Father- "I kick you out now."

Dan – "I will not leave anyways, so go sit down and shut your mouth."

Mom – "What is going on here you two?"

Father – "Nothing we are having a nice discussion. By the way who asked you?"

Mom – "You drunk again?"

Father – "No, no I am not drunk."

He heads back to the table to eat for like an hour. The more he eats the calmer he becomes. This gives me the opportunity to plan out the snatch. My uncle is on vacation and his wife is home alone. I need to get into the house in a clever way and take the kitty. But first I need for George and me to get an apartment. Thinking of the devil George is calling me now.

Dan- "Great timing man, I was just thinking of you. Any news on the apartment front?"

George- "Yeah man, I found a few places for us to check out. But they are spread out distance wise. The first place is by downtown."

Dan- "Cool man, so you will pick me up?"

George- "I found the places, you come and pick me up."

Dan- "Fine, why not. See you tomorrow, oh what time?"

George: "1pm, and don't be late we have to get there by 1:30pm."

Dan- "No worries, see you then."

I am not sure when my uncle is coming back, I need to make sure that I get this thing done before he arrives. I guess I should call him.

Dan – "Hey uncle, how's your vacation coming along?"

Uncle – "It's really nice here. The bridges, cold air, gay community, and the food. How's it going there?"

I wasn't surprised about the gay thing, but still didn't think that he would openly say that to me. His wife was home alone. Maybe she knew, so she stayed back. Oh well that's their business.

Dan- "Its all the same here. You know my father is drunk all of the time, and he keeps on kicking me out."

Uncle- "Yeah the life of a dumb immigrant. Your father is not a drunk just is stupid and drinks a little."

As usual I didn't want to argue with my uncle, he comes off as a know it all and everyone else knows nothing.

Dan- I was just wondering when can we hang out?

Uncle – "I'm coming home tomorrow at 5pm and it's a Friday. How about Saturday?"

I thought, that is too soon. I had no other choice…

Dan – "Sounds good uncle see you then."

I better get on the plan right away.