The eye of Obi

As I collected myself from the events that occurred, I began clearing the heavy coat of dander from the doorway with a small dust broom. My goal - to close the door without resistance. I cleaned a majority of the fowl concoction before forcing the door closed. The gust of wind from the door closing kicked up the remaining fine coat of skin cells, some of which stuck to the remanence of Obis snot pasta like a fine coat parmesan cheese from a certain fancy Italian restaurant that we're all accustomed to. As I collect a putty knife from my tool box to remove the substance from my kitchen floor, my thoughts begin to race. Where is he, what is going on, why me. I begin using the putty knife to unstick the now dried monstrosity. I would describe it as two week old Spaghetti; and someone's sick fucking chin batter. Once I've disposed of it I begin to plot my next move. I know I need to find the cat. I don't know where Mikleo is or if he's watching me. I start packing away everything that I could from the package into my bag. Knowing that time is of the essence to find Obi, I make my way outside scanning the area for any questionable vehicles. I see the snow trail ends on the curb where Mikleos car was parked. I know if I am going to find Obi I need to proceed on foot. I make my way back toward the location I found the sketchy money brick. I feel vulnerable as I walk, knowing I have national security breathing down my neck as well as an uncanny amount of cash. I care more about my missing friend than I do the brick in my bag. I want to get rid of it as soon as possible. Stressed I go to the corner pub for a quick drink. I sat at the stool waiting for service. I rifled through my bag for my wallet, annoyed I knew I left it back at home. As the bartender addressed me, I asked for a long island. Luckily she didn't card me. Soon I had the frosty drink in my possession. I made quick work of it, almost forgetting about my missing wallet. I made the decision to leave the mystery cash brick- surely twenty thousand dollars would more than cover it. I made sure that nobody was looking as I removed questionable stack, I plopped it down on the counter and made my way out the the dank watering hole. I decided that I would make my way back to the location that I found the box in hopes Obi would be there. Before I could do that I knew I needed to go back and retrieve my wallet. I felt like every step of the way back home that I was being followed. I kept looking over my shoulder and crossing the street anytime I saw someone walking toward me. Once I arrived back home I noticed my door slightly ajar. I carefully make my way up the porch unsure of what I may find. As I get closer I notice a familiar goo dripping from the doorknob. I thought for a split second that Mikleo's crustache (crusty mustache) snow had liquified. I reach my finger out to nudge the door avoiding the dripping liquid. As the door opens the questionable substance leaves a trail. I step in ready for whatever might be waiting. I begin clearing the house room by room carefully. I saved my kitchen for last, as that seemed to be the primary focal point of my uninvited Homeland security guest. The first thing I notice is that my favorite hot sauce had been knocked over on its side. I walk up to the counter to pick it up. As I do I notice a familiar grey hair stuck to the top. Before I can process it, I hear footsteps on my porch again. Fearing the worst I turn my attention to the front door. I make my way to it flinging the door open to be greeted by Kel the elderly mail lady whos 5 hours late. Caught off guard I said "hey Kel" as she handed me today’s junk mail (by junk mail I mean bills I have been ignoring) I engage her in conversation hoping not to keep her too long as I know she has only been to a few houses on her route. It's not abnormal to see Kel still delivering parcels at eleven PM. I ask her if she has seen anything strange today. She replies "No I've been on this same block for four hours”. I believed her, as I turn to go in I tuck my student loan bill into my back pocket, Intending to deliver it to the trashcan as soon as I get inside. I sigh as I close the door. I walk back into my kitchen and toss the bill in the trash. No sooner that the envelope lands the trash can falls over. I bend over to pick it. It feels unusually heavy. I peer inside confused knowing that my ten thousand dollar student loan was heavy but not heavy enough to tip a trash can. As soon as I look in I see a familiar face! Obi! he lunges at me nearly knocking me over in the process. As I collect myself he sits in front of me and flicks his tail once. Happy to see him I scoop him up wondering why he could have possibly been in there. I get a gentle but rough lick on the nose before I realize that Obi may need to go to the bathroom. I pick up a small plastic tote and fill it with the only thing available- my leopard gecko Corbins extra sand. As soon as I do, Obi goes right in. Deciding to leave him alone, I go check to see if Kel has made it off my property yet. She hasn't. But no sooner than Kel makes it to the end of the sidewalk a familiar vehicle approaches. I knew it was Mikleo. I run back into the kitchen as Obi is kicking his litter. Not trying to intrude, I pull him out as a small yellow clump of sand gets knocked out of the box. I put Obi down and tell him to go somewhere. He takes off running as the doorbell rings. I shove the make shift cat litter box under the sink. I turn around and notice the clump. It resembled the plate of wafer cookies I had set out on my table. Thinking fast I pick it up with my bare hands and toss it in. I go and open the door, greeting Mikleo with a wet handshake; apologizing for it by citing I've been doing dishes. I invite Mikleo in, directing him to the kitchen offering him some of the soft bake cookies on the table. He seems more concerned with small areas of my house, Opening my refrigerator. I ask him to explain what he’s looking for. He replies "a project and a box " My thoughts stand still as I recall the book and the brick of cash I just passed off. Mikleo reaches out to the table and grabs a handful of cookies missing the unique one. As he chews the cookies flakes fall from his chin. He reaches down for another handful of wafers acting as if he is in his own home. As he pokes his tongue through his voided teeth sloshing the cookie around he finally scoops up my biggest fear - Obi's lemon drop piss cookie! He shovels it into his mouth and bites down. A liquid begins to drip down his chin through his beard taking flakes with it. As soon as the first drip hits the floor, I prepare my excuse for what he just ingested. (To be continued)