Andrew wanted to scream, was his luck just this bad? An air of melancholy surrounded him as he crouched to the ground with his hands pressed against his face.
"It's fine… It's fine Andrew. This has happened to you so many times. It's not like this is anything new. I'll get through this… yeah I believe in myself! I can do this! Because I am Andrew Richard!" Andrew consoled himself as he jumped in the air with pride.
You can just tell how mentally broken this man is. Oh, poor Andrew. Andrew spun around in the air, flipping his mood upside-side. He pumped his fist as he murmured to himself about the great things he would do if he were free from his terrible damning luck.
A grumble interrupted Andrew's excitement. He paused and sighed. He shook his head and grabbed his fishing equipment to have another try at fishing. And so Andrew left his house, not minding the strange cat sleeping on his sleeping bag. He walked down the creek and made it back to the swamp for fishing.
He looked around, trying to find his fishing boat but he couldn't find it! He went to the exact same he tied his boat and saw the rope untied.
"I swear I tied it well, was I robbed? Who would rob an old wooden boat!?" Andrew cried to himself. His bad luck didn't seem to end as he would spend a full three hours catching a small fish close by the shoreline of the swamp.
He didn't mind though and carried along back home. He learned from his past mistakes (Even though this is a fish and not an egg) and cooked the fish straight away and served himself.
"Bon' Appétit'!" Andrew smiled as he started to dig in.
But suddenly! A white streak jumped up and stole his fish!
"What the hell!?" Andrew looked back and saw that damn cat munching on his fish! The fish he spent three hours catching!
"Hey! You stupid cat! Give me back my fish'' Andrew ran over to stop the cat from devouring his meal but alas it was too late. The little bastard had already eaten his fishy!
Andrew fell to his knees, devastated. Not only did he have a cat, a glutton one at that! But now he had no food to eat. He wobbles his weak body off the floor and picks up his fishing rod to go fishing once again. And so after he spends another four hours of fishing he heads home. But this time he wouldn't be robbed by this little fiend. He made sure to protect his food as his life depended on it.
Andrew snuck into his own home, thinking back on it he felt quite funny sneaking into his own house. He crept behind the used campfire and lit it up quietly. As he seared the fish, he looked around to keep track of the cat. So far it was sleeping nice and quietly onto a wooden shelf. Andrew sighed in relief and finished up cooking his food.
"He won't get me this time!" Andrew set his plate on the table and dug in. He took a piece of the fish and raised it up to his mouth and chewed on it. It was bitter and salty but it was better than nothing. Andrew sat there in bliss and lowered his utensil for another sample but then he heard a clink as his utensil hit the plate.
"Huh?" Andrew peeked at his plate and what do you know, his fish was gone again!
"Goddamnit!" Andrew looked back at where the cat was and there it sat on the wooden shelf enjoying his food! Andrew was now angry, he jumped up from the table and ran at the thieving cat.
"Scram ya stupid thief!" Andrew swiped his hand at the cat. The moment his hand touched the cat fur, an electric shock ran through his forearm. His muscles were paralyzed as his arm went numb too.
"Ow!" Andrew retracted his hand, checking to see if it left a mark. He fanned his hand around, wiggling it to relieve the pain. Now he knew not to mess with the cat, he sighed hopelessly. It was already the end of the day so he couldn't just go out for more fish. Even if he got the fish the cat would eat it. He would have to eat somewhere else since the cat was always in his house.
And so the next day came around the corner and Andrew woke up extra early to go fishing. This time he had brought his fire starter and frying pan, planning on cooking the fish by the shoreline of the swamp. He was also surprised to find a fish two hours in of diligently fishing. Although the fish was quite small in comparison to what an average fisher gets, it's plenty enough to get excited over.
And cooks the fish, and looks around the area. The trees danced in the morning wind as the golden rays of the sun glistened against the swamp water like a mirror. It was quite pleasant to look at, Andrew started a bit longer before looking back and flipping his fish. He heard some distinct rustling in the nearby bushes. He didn't care much for it since he knew that there were a lot of animals living nearby. Most were tame and usually never even approached him. What Andrew found strange was that the rustling sounded like it was heading towards him.
Andrew got up in fear, had a bear come to ambush him? He stood no chance against any type of beast due to his very weak constitution. The tension in the air grew as the rusling got closer, Andrew crouched down, ready to run as fast as he could out of the swamp. But all that came out of the bushes was a small white cat. The same one that had previously stolen his food!
"Not this time!" Andrew said to himself. He was preparing for this. He had set up a net in front of the two trees he was behind. The net was very thin, with the newborn eyes the cat had, there was no way the cat could see the net. Andrew chuckled to himself but still paid close attention to the cat. The cat walked slowly towards him, exactly in front of the net. It reached the front of the net and stopped.
Andrew was shocked. Was it sheer coincidence that it stopped right in front of the net or had it stopped on purpose. No matter what he thought he knew that his plan had failed. He picked up his pan from the campfire and started sprinting out of the swamp. He wouldn't let this darn cat foil his meal.
As he ran he looked behind him and saw the cat raise its paw on the net. The net was incinerated the instant it was touched by the cat. Andrew shuddered in horror. He started sprinting faster than before.
"I don't even want the fish" Andrew dropped the pan as he cried out, running in fear.
And so once again Andrew was robbed, by that damn cat!