I woke up with a yawn. Seeing no cat, I decided yesterday was a dream. Until I noticed an unfamiliar weight on my chest and looked down to see my pendant. Groaning, I stepped out of bed and was halfway to the bathroom when I tripped over a fluffy mound of fur. Salem yowled and clawed my face, which stung, but had no evidence of actually being cut. I'm going to murder this stupid cat.
"What was that for?!" Salem screeched, now standing on the top of the grandfather clock in the hallway with his fur fluffed out.
"What were you laying in the bathroom door for?" I growled back.
"Sam, who are you talking to?" my mom poked her head out of her bedroom door.
"I tripped over Salem." I replied, still glaring at the dumb cat, who decided to act innocent and lick his fur. My mom nodded.
"Remember, if we find his owner, he's going back," she said, and closed her door.
"You still haven't told me how my mom can see you," I told Salem. He snickered, and leapt onto my head as I stood and walked downstairs.
"I can make myself visible to others if I want," he told me. "So... I can cause some trouble for you." I rolled my eyes, practically seeing his smirk.
I passed the morning by getting ready and threatening to kick Salem. He supposedly turned invisible and slipped out with me to wait for the school bus, but I could still see him. When I told him so, he glared at me and tore my pants leg. Cats. During the day, I ignored him the best I could, to which he didn't respond well. In response, he became visible, walked into my classroom, and took a dump on my teacher's desk. I got in trouble for bringing my cat to school. By the day's end, I was exhausted and done with the cat.
"Well, today was uneventful," Salem yawned, stretching. He stopped once he noticed I was glaring at him. "What?" he asked innocently.
"You took a poop on my teacher's desk!" I yelled angrily.
"I told you I could give you trouble," Salem replied, shrugging. I glared, remembering the embarrassment as the teacher shouted and I had to raise my hand, saying "he's mine." I remembered vividly the burn on my cheeks as all students turned to stare at me, some laughing, others just staring. I remembered how I sunk down into my seat as the teacher towered over me, glaring. I remembered the talk with my mom and with the principle, my mom telling me, "I know you love that cat, Sam, but you can not take him to school."
"Tonight," I told Salem, "I am going to take you back to what's-her-name and give you back. No witnesses."
Salem glared at me, then stuck his nose in the air and said, "you can't get rid of me, Ma'am. Commi will agree. So, cry yourself a river, build yourself a bridge, and get over it."