A loud crash from the apartment next door startled me awake. I quickly sat upright and unplugged my charging unit from the wall. My battery was at 67 percent and it was two o'clock in the morning. I slunk out of the covers and peaked through the peep hole in the door. I felt a pulsing sensation all over my body, equivalent to that of a heartbeat. I nervously placed my hand on the door latch and unlocked it. Slowly turning the doorknob, I stepped outside the room and silently closed the door. Listening intently, I nearly jumped a foot as the neighbor's apartment door was flung open.
"Cory! Madeline!" Yelled a frazzled looking woman in her forties, as two tabbies darted out from under her feet. "It's too early for this!"
The woman was rather pretty with messy, thick, black hair and alabaster skin. She was wearing a red polka-dotted robe that reached her bare ankles and look of wild exasperation on her face. She downed the last dregs of liquid in the bottle of Jack Daniels swinging by her side and tossed the empty bottle into a nearby bush.
"Fine!" She yelled. "Go get run over by a car! See if I care."
I stared at the woman and she finally seemed to notice I was standing there.
"What are you staring at?" She said in an annoyed, low, feminine voice.
All of a sudden, the woman burst into hysterical tears and slid down the door till her rump hit the ground. Her robe slid off her shoulders to reveal two perfect breasts.
"Cory! Madeline!" She wailed, "Mommy was just kidding! I don't want you to get run over by a car! Come back home and mommy will feed you liver, your favorite!"
The woman continued to snivel and sob on the ground in front of her apartment door. I could hear the tabby cats mewing and followed the noise to a tall maple tree. Without a thought, I volted the tree and snatched the two cats from the branches. With one cat in the crook of each arm, I plummeted to the ground, landing on my feet, and strode back to the weeping woman.
When she saw her two cats, the lady clumsily staggered to her feet. Her robe had come completely undone now and she was obviously wearing nothing under her polka-dotted covering. She smiled widely through the tears dampening her face and opened her apartment door.
"My babies!" she cried. "Come inside, girl. Let's celebrate!"
As I stepped into the woman's apartment building, my arm brushed passed the woman's bare, protruding breasts. As I walked passed her, I could smell the intense aroma of alcohol on her breath. She stepped inside and closed the door, stumbling and nearly falling.
I placed Cory and Madeline gingerly on the floor and glanced around the room. At least ten other cats sauntered around the apartment, purring and scratching on furniture. The overpowering smell of cat dander and alcohol permeated the air and I scrunched my nose in disgusted fascination.
"I'm Wilma," said the woman, tying the robe around herself once again. "Vodka or rum?"
"I'm Ana," I said. "I don't want anything to drink, thank you."
"You are a good person, Ana," slurred Wilma. "Let's have a sleep over!" she exclaimed, before promptly passing out on the wooden floorboards.