Tiger the cat watched curiously with circular yellow eyes as the teenage girl stomped her foot before running up the stairs. The sound of a slamming door reached his keen pointed ears which in turn caused the others to begin yelling once more.
Twisting his head to the side, Tiger studied the remaining three humans. The tall man was now pacing back and forth while his son, a miniature version of himself, slammed his fist on the table.
While Tiger was unable to translate the language they were speaking, he could easily see that his caretakers were upset over what appeared to be a white envelope.
"We can't afford to send Amy on the trip Helen! Why can't you get that through your head?"
The short, frazzled woman snatched the envelope out of her husband's hands and ignored his words, her eyes flying over the text printed on the invitation. "She's our daughter Stefan; she deserves to have all the experiences of a normal teenager."
"I didn't go to Europe when I was sixteen!" Her husband retorted, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair.
"That's not the same. Plus all of her friends are going. Think about how she'll feel if she's left out."
Stefan snorted, "What about when we lose the house. How will she feel then?"
Tiger's gaze flicked to the right as a sudden movement caught his attention. The young boy was now standing up, his small face flushed and contorted in anger.
"All you two ever talk about is Amy, Amy, Amy! I'm your son too you know? Obviously both of you don't care about me."
His mom's face softened slightly but she shook her head and turned away from her youngest child, "Not now Brandon."
"Well Brandon's leaving!" the male child yelled, angrily wiping away his flowing tears as he fled the room.
Tiger flicked his tail as he watched him leave, overcome by a sudden urge to follow the distraught boy. HIs attention however soon returned to the two adults as they resumed their disagreement.
"Do you see what you’re doing to our children? You've made both of them upset because you can't control your temper." Helen said coldly.
Stefan blinked and his face suddenly became expressionless. "You know what Helen, I'm through. I've dealt with all of this for long enough. Tomorrow, I'm filing for the divorce and there's nothing you can do to change my my mind." Grabbing his coat, the man walked out of the room, quietly shutting the front door behind him. A car was started and the sound of tires screeching down the driveway soon faded away as the atmosphere of the house became eerily calm.
After a minutes of stunned silence, Helen broke down, falling into a chair and choking out loud heartbreaking sobs.
Tiger, unsure of how to handle such emotion, scurried up the steps, feeling the plush carpet beneath his paws.
Hearing a small feminine yelp of pain coming from the bathroom, he squeezed through the space of the semi-open door and stared up at the daughter. His eyes slowly narrowed in on the glinting blade held in her left hand.
Amy turned her attention to Tiger and shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the blood slowly oozing out of her wrist and dripping down her arm. Putting the razor down, she bent her knees and crouched down next to him, fondly scratching behind his ears with her good arm.
"If only I were a cat like you Tiger. Everything would be much less complicated."
Tiger only closed his eyes, trying to wrap his brain around one subject.
Human pain.
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