The Constant Companion

Don’t stare too long or follow too closely or you will draw attention. And if they begin to suspect, well, better not to imagine what might happen next.

You have come this far.

Remember those days when you were bound in the body of a flea? Living in literal dirt, blood-hungry and waiting. Waiting what felt like millenia for some unlucky creature to pass.

You got so desperate, you settled for the inhospitable body of an alley cat. All bones and mange and matted fur. There’s no doubt that you would have been doomed had that silly little girl not taken pity on you.

And now, a warm house and regular meals, and all that’s required of you is to sit on a lap and occasionally rub against the master’s legs.

You must appear a constant companion, when really you are biding your time, studying their features and their mannerisms so that when the opportunity arises, you will be ready.