Cats && Half-Court Shots
// August 6th, 2008 // 7 Comments » // Fiction, Life Oh Life
“So I think I need to get a cat.”
You were shooting for about half an hour already (mostly bricks but what the hell anyway) and the first thing you ever said to her was that you need to get a cat.
“What the –”
She stopped shooting and placed her basketball on the concrete. Her eyebrows met and her forehead creased; she walked over to where you were lazily dribbling your ball.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “You don’t even like cats.” She paused and wrinkled her nose for a while before, “matter of fact, you hate cats, why on earth do you think you need to get one?”
Thump-thump-thump went your ball bouncing on the solid ground. You took two steps before taking off for a nice lay-in. Basketball is a nice activity, no scratch that, it’s a great activity. For some unfathomable reason, it helps you think and focus.
“Whaaa–hyyyy?!”
“Oh, you know,” you ran after the errant ball that bounced off the rim when she tried to shoot from downtown. “Just because.”
“Ain’t gonna accept that answer, missy.”
“Am I off the hook if I say it’s just for fun?”
