The Overconfident Eldest Child And The Gray Pet Cat

Author’s Note: Speaking of cats, I’d like to introduce you to Mafumafu-senpai’s “Super Nuko World.”

During one rainy weekend morning, the eldest son was spending his leisure time in the Internet through the laptop on his desk. His fingers were speedily tapping away on his keyboard, pausing every few seconds as he stopped to take a quick glance at a pair of ink-slashed pages of a notebook on his lap.


The teenage son stopped and looked to the side to see the family’s gray pet cat behind an opened door (The parents wanted to conserve electricity, so they did ways to make sure that cold but natural air would enter the house more without using the air conditioner).

“Oh, hello, Terra,” said the eldest son.

And then the teenager pushed the door and shut it on the cat’s face.

“I’ll leave Terra to anyone else available in the house for now,” the overconfident eldest child said to himself as he continued typing. “I have more important things to do…like making this blog post…and oh! New Let’s Play video from a certain favorite, funny, deep-voiced, and nice guy with glasses!”

The eldest child took his earphones, which lay beside his laptop, and connected them to his ears and his laptop as he accessed the watch page of a new video of someone playing a video game.

That immersion that the overconfident boy entered led to him being unaware of the thuds and knocks on the door, sounds which were followed by the slow creaking of the once-shut door, a door which had Terra hanging on the door knob outside with his two front arms.

The eldest child was currently in a state of confusion along with the Let’s Player in the screen as they watched a human body with an electric plug for a head stick its pins into a similar creature’s backside.

Meanwhile, Terra expressed his hunger by gently swiping a paw at his favorite food delivery person.


Fortunately, the shocked eldest child did not fall off his chair or pull the laptop to the floor via connected earphones as his body jerked up.

“Whew, I’m safe, and the laptop’s safe,” the teenage boy said as he took his laptop and cradled it in his arms before shooting a glare at Terra, a confused stare at Terra and his presence in the room, and then a look at the opened door.

He needed to confirm some things before jumping to that conclusion regarding how Terra entered the room, so…


“A’HM WESHENG THA LUNDREH, SUN!” the mother shouted from the kitchen.


“I’m feeding the dogs, Stick!” the father shouted from the backyard.



“No response, probably in her room, then. And I can see bunso in his room, rewatching a bunch of Home Alone sce–OW!”

The eldest child, Stick, immediately lifted a leg and shot another glare at the gray cat that had swiped his paw at Stick’s leg again. Then, Stick sighed, took off his earphones, and stood up from his fluffy chair.

“Come on, Terra,” Stick called to the cat as he walked to the first floor to feed the hungry cat.


The cat looked up at the tall human with widened eyes as he rubbed his head and body around Stick’s legs.

“I’m gonna feed you already, Terra, just wait…”


Terra carefully hopped down each stair step, alternately moving to the sides as he and his favorite food delivery person went down to the first floor.

“Stop blocking my feet on the stairs, Terra…”


Terra scurried to his dining corner by the kitchen doorway, where the washing machine was working its magic on a bunch of clothes while Stick’s mother was handwashing another bunch of clothes.

“I’m getting the food and water now, Terra…”


The hungry cat meowed even louder as he smelled the scent of those rough-looking pieces of fish-infused cat food. His eyes followed that plastic container being carried by the food delivery person. When the food poured out into the cat’s metal bowl, Terra dived his head in to reach for the food, but was interrupted by Stick’s slightly awkward attempts to put in more food into the bowl.

“Here you go…Terra…”

After he put the usual serving of water on the other metal bowl beside the food bowl, Stick went back to his room, but not without telling his dad about Terra.

“Oh, and Dad?”

“Yeah, Stick?” the father replied as he went past the kitchen doorway.

“Terra managed to open my door,” Stick told with an amused smile.

“Oh, that. I know about that.” The dad wore a small smile, but with a slower and deeper voice. “He’s been doing that a lot along with making noise, usually when he’s hungry. Your mom’s been really irritated at Terra because of that habit of his, so you better feed him regularly, okay?”


“Alright, Mom and Dad, thanks very much for the reminder…” obeyed the eldest son, who comically bent his upper body to the side as he received his mother’s shouting.

After a rush up the stairs and into his room, Stick went back to writing a blog post, setting aside that Let’s Play of that weird game, as he had promised himself that he would make one proper blog post per week. He managed to finish the post, an achievement which inspired him to do a little circular march in his room, a march which was combined with the rhythmic shaking of his hips and a repeated “Oh yeah!” He finished the dance by letting his body fall back-first on his bed.


Suddenly, while Stick laid on his bed, Terra was now on the teenage boy’s abdomen.

Stick smiled and gently rubbed the head of the cat that had quickly went to sleep.

“Well, time for a break,” said Stick as he left the computer to eventually go standby and then hibernate, a cat curled up on top of his body as he slept.

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The Overconfident Eldest Sibling And The Stupid-Looking Youngest Sibling

Author’s Note: I need to be more patient and more of a role model towards my youngest sibling as well…

One afternoon, the son, seated in front of his laptop, started surfing the Internet for leisure after finishing a tough load of homework.

“And we dive…” He typed a Web address on the URL bar, tapped the Enter button, and… “…into the Net!”


The sudden familiar shout caused an eye in the son to twitch. He wore a crooked smile as he looked to the door of his mostly dark room. “WHAT IS IT, MOTHER?” he shouted back.


“Oh, come on,” the son grumbled as he stood up from his fluffy chair and went downstairs to talk with his mother. “I need a nice break after all that homework…”

As he neared the ground floor, he tried to hide his irritation under a calm expression (He doesn’t have much skill in masking his true expressions, like the frown that was twitching out of his face at that moment, though) when he saw his mother carrying her handbag while gently talking to a certain annoyance that was holding her smartphone.

“Bunsu…Mummeh nids hah phun…Steh weth Kuyeh end behev end yah’ll bi ebol tu yos et lehter, ukeh?”

“Okay, Mommy,” said the short annoyance as he reached phone out to his mother, who gave him a “Thenk yah, bunsu” before turning to her eldest son.

“End yah, pengeneh,” she called.

The eldest son knew where this was going as he inwardly groaned.

“You want me to watch over him while you’re out buying groceries or something, Mother?”

“Well, yar Ded’s un uvertem, yar sestah’s trenen en swemmen, yar utha brutha es ot thar beng en edeot, end tha helpah’s et skuhl, wetch levs yah hir. Enless yah wunt tu beh tha gruseres, wetch wod beh gret, yah’ll hev tu wotch uvah bunsu hir.”

“Alright,” he complied, but not without letting out a loud sigh.

“Jest kip hem antatained, pengeneh. ev hem wetch muvis en tha Teh-Veh wal yah mek shore thet he dusn’t wetch enethen enepprupraet. Yah ken gu yas yah kumputah, bet mek shore thet he dusn’t gu ot uf thi haz ur koz eneh trubull lek deppeng tha Teh-Veh remut entu tha tahlet.”

“In other words, the usual, Mother,” the eldest child replied with a bored look at the youngest child. “Alright, alright, go buy the groceries now.”

“Thenk yah, sun! Yah shud pleh weth yar brutha thar ur sumthen, bah tha weh! Si yah lehtah!”

And then she went out of the house and drove to the supermarket.

“Well, looks like it’s time for us to–Oh, come on.”

The youngest sibling was no beside the eldest, but on the doorway to the backyard, silently peeking at the two big, leashed, and sleeping pet dogs.

“What is with my stupid youngest sibling and his habit of watching the dogs, especially when they’re relaxing?” the eldest sibling wondered as he thought about the trouble of having to close and lock the backdoor because of an annoyance that often forgets to close it when it is opened by that annoyance.

As he waited for his sibling’s usually long and boring dog-watching sessions, the eldest’s gaze wandered until he found the family’s pet cat curled up and sleeping in a corner.

“Oh, hello, kitty,” the eldest cooed as he watched the gray cat’s body slowly rise up and down as the cat breathed while sleeping.


The eldest continued cat-watching with a smile on his face, quickly forgetting about his question regarding his youngest sibling’s liking for dog-watching. He then thought of a certain island filled with many cats.

“I wanna go to Tashirojima someday…” the eldest sighed before turning to check on his youngest sibling.

Only a half-open door was on the doorway to the backyard.

“Well, looks like he flew to some other place again,” the eldest sibling said with a monotone.

The eldest ran to his parents’ room upstairs, where he found his brother holding a remote control while on the bed, focused on the television screen in front of him.

“Fortunately, he’s already where I want him to be,” the grinning eldest whispered to himself before running to lock the gates and doors downstairs, running back to his room to move his laptop to his parents’ room. Once he had put his laptop on a desk there, the eldest locked the door of his parents’ room and blocked the door with the wide sofa there. Then, he picked up his laptop and slouched with it on said sofa.

“Okay, so what’s new in my favorite fanfictions…?”

The eldest had begun spending his usually overspent time in the Internet. (That issue is another story, though).

After several minutes of silent but enjoyed reading by the eldest and noisy but ignored movie rewinding and fast-forwarding from the annoyance and the remote control in his hands…

“Well, I wonder how my youngest sibling is–Oh, come on.”

A movie was left running on the TV, the remote control for the TV was left on the bed, the sofa where the eldest sat was pushed away, and the door had been unlocked and left open.

With a sigh and a groan, the eldest hurried to leave his laptop on a desk, search for his youngest brother, and keep said brother safe.

Parents’ bathroom: “He’s not here.” Second floor common bathroom: “He’s not here, either.” Eldest’s room: “Not here, too.” Anywhere on the second floor: “He’s totally absent here.”

Living room: “Nope, he’s not here.” Kitchen: “No sign of a backyard door stupidly left open, so he’s not here.” Porch: “Oh, there he is, greeting Mom with a hug.”

The eldest let out a sigh of relief. “It was just him hearing Mom arrive again….and I thought he got into trouble…”

“And I better remember to not call him ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ ever again” the eldest added as an afterthought. “…AND I should try to be a proper role model to him so that he won’t grow into an idiot…like me…and I gotta be more patient with him and his iss–Oof! Whoa!”

Suddenly, the eldest saw his youngest sibling in front of him, hugging him at the waist with force that could have knocked him down if he didn’t hold on to one side of the doorway.

“Hey, what do you want?” the eldest sibling asked his brother, who was wearing a big grin.

“I want to use Kuya’s computer!” the youngest shouted excitedly.

The eldest groaned and glared immediately at his brother.

“Sun, gev hem sum tehm fur tha kumputah!” their mother ordered. “Yuv bin spenden tu motch tehm ther!”

“But he doesn’–”

“Hi nous huw tu pleh thus Flesh gehms ur sumthen end stuf! A’ll beh wetcheng hem, su gu du sum chers, lehk muveng end surteng thes gruseres!”

The eldest child, remembering a reminder that he recently gave himself, followed the command immediately.

And as usual, they went back to doing proper work.

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The Overconfident Son, The Ugly-Voiced Mother, and Commuting

Author’s Note: Dear readers, I wonder how you felt when you first rode public transport alone?

During one blazingly hot summer noontime, the overconfident son strutted into his house.

“Hi, mother,” he said with a small smirk twitching out of his attempted pokerface as he stood on the doorway.

The mother was sweeping the living room floor when she heard her son. She gave him a very calm look with a very small smile, something that was a very familiar sing to their family.

“E red yur letest blug pust, sun,” she said as her broom sweeps became wider and blew more dust and dirt into various directions. “E dun’t thenk Ah nid tu tell yah whei weh’r trayeng tu titch yah, ‘cuz et sims lahk yah onderstend–Nuh, yah sim lahk yah nou bettah abaht perenting then os, sun.”

The son crossed his arms on his chest as he closed his eyes and fully showed his smirk. Before he could talk, though, a powerful broom sweep got dust into his face, causing him to cough and sneeze. He didn’t let that stop him from delivering his intended reply. “Ahem…no need for you to shout at me, mother, for I shall be leaving immediately. The suitcase over there,” and he pointed to the suitcase inside the house and beside the doorway, “contains all that I will need for living by myself. I was supposed to put the suitcase in a more convenient place, but I forgot to do that, so I had no choice but to go here and risk facing you. Besides, I prefer being direct and honest with people in order to prevent added problems. And I shall be–Cough! Cough! Agh!”

“EF YAH DUN’T WENNE FALLAH THA ROLZ HIR, THAN YAH’R FRI TU GIT ATTA HIR!” shouted the mother as she angrily swept the dust and dirt to her son’s face.

“Alright, alright!–Cough!–I was going–Cough!–to say goodbye already, mother!” The son quickly stretched his arm to his suitcase and tried to keep his balance as he stumbled away from his mother and her sweeps of dust and dirt.

“PROV AHT! PROV YAH SOPIREIARATY UVAH MI AN PERENTENG!” The mother continued shouting and sweeping, standing on the doorway as her son scuttled away from her and the bounds of the house.

“Yeah, I’m better, I’m better, I know better than what she knows…” whispered the son to himself as he walked on a sunlit street, tuning out the distant and continued ranting of his mother.

Suddenly, the son felt like his stomach was twisting and turning and making knots out of itself. That was a very familiar sign for the overconfident son.

As he stepped beyond the arched border between the quiet residential district and the wide road across it, the son stopped and stared at the roads ahead. He moved to a sidewalk as he kept on staring at the streams of motor vehicles and the lines of tricycles in front of him.

“Hey, you over there!”

The son turned to face a tricycle driver who stopped his vehicle right in front of the teenager. The nervous son replied with a silent stare at the driver who was looking at him from his seat.

“You going somewhere, boy?” asked the driver.

“…n-no…” the boy answered. It’s not like I was planning to go somewhere… the once overconfident boy thought. I was planning to make a surprise visit to a friend’s place…but I don’t know how to travel via public transportation by myself…I didn’t expect me needing to research how to do that…Damn it, of course I need to learn that! I always moved around via private transport or walking around with people like my family members! But moving around alone and via public transport…what if I get held up? Or robbed? Or mugged? Or kidnapped? Ugh, but I don’t know how to drive a car…and bugging people for petty stuff has gotten me into trouble so many times…

The tricycle driver, who was once in front of him, had already gotten a passenger and left the boy who had clutched his head with both hands, fell on his knees, and lightly banged his head on his suitcase repeatedly as he realized his weaknesses, his needs, his guides, other possibilities in living life, and other related stuff.

Meanwhile, with the strangely-voiced mother, who had calmed down quickly and finished cleaning the house…

“Hi’ll beh beck suun…” she said to herself. “…Hi dusen’t nou huw tu kumyut…Hi’ll nid tu bi tought kerfully suun…end hi’ll beh beck bay…nuw.”


The humbled son was already kneeling by the doorway, his usually messed-up hair even more messed up and drenched, along with the rest of his head, in sweat.

The mother smiled, turning her face into a somewhat wrinkled form of the face that once turned the heads of so many men who had never heard her voice before. She went to his son and hugged him again. “A’hm elsu surreh fur swipping dest un yah fez beck ther. Thet wez tu match. Eh, end yah lurnd yar lussuns nuw, sun?”

“Yeah, Mom…” the humbled son answered. “Please teach me to travel via public transport and all the related important stuff when we have time, too…”

“Wi well, sun, baht ferst, wash tha deshes ther en tha ketchen,” the mother said with a gentle smile as she let go of her son and stood up.

“Okay, Mom…” The son stood up and wore a gentle smile as well. “…and again, I love you, Mom…and thanks very much again for caring for me…”

“Yar walcum, sun,” the mother said as she watched her son march to the kitchen to wash the dishes. “Yar vereh walcum.”

The mother also chuckled as she saw her son still holding his suitcase while he moved to the kitchen.

And as usual, they went back to doing proper work.

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The Overconfident Son, The Ugly-Voiced Mother, and Rappelling

Author’s Note: I’d like to dedicate this piece of fiction that I made to my parents, especially to my mother. Also, I’d like to apologize to her and Dad for being a jerk to the two of them recently.

“I do not need your advice, mother,” said an overconfident teenage son on the rappelling tower while he attached the roped eight-ring to the carabiner hanging on the sling hook on the back part of his waist. His legs were shaking as he set up the descent system.

“Sun, A’ve bin e fursh-tamur bafur, end Ah rilly thunk yah shad fallah meh edvesh,” replied the overconfident son’s mother after watching her son refuse her assistance. Her arms were crossed on her chest, one foot was tapping the wooden floor, and a frown was on her face as she talked.

“No, mother, I do not need it, for I have read and understood stuff about rappelling and the various rappelling positions–even this position, the Aussie position–during my Net surfing time.” The son made slow and tiny steps towards the edge of the tower, with his legs still shaking and a twitching smile on his face. “Oh, and where’s Dad right now?”

“Yah Ded’s aht an e merethun, sun.” The mother’s arms tightened, the tapping of her foot quickened, and her frown lowered further. “End mah vuss meh bu agleh, beht Ah lak duang wez bust fur yah kids. Nahw, fallah meh anstrashens, sun.”

“Mother, I can do this properly, there is no need for me to get help from you.” The son’s arms were shaking along with his legs and his smile as he faced away from the edge and tested the rope’s tension. He was walking in place, practicing Aussie position movements. “I appreciate your concern, but I can freaking do this.”

The mother sighed. “Ya dun’t nid mah hulp, thun?” She moved a few steps away from her son. “Elraht. Gu repal. Prov aht. Prov ya sapireiarty uvah mi an thas. Ah wun’t furs mah hulp un yah.”

“Sure, sure, alright.”

The son slowly moved to the edge again.

“I’ll be going down now.”

His legs and arms were shaking.

“Going down now.”

He was now frowning as lots of sweat formed on his forehead.

“Going down.”

He was still standing on the edge at this point.


He held on to the top end of the rope as he swung his body outward.

“I can do th–WHOA!”

He gave his body a big outward push beyond the edge, and he was now struggling to keep himself properly standing straight on the wall while facing the ground.


“Wall, thet’s fur yur poblekleh pustod blug pust weth yur bed amateshen uf mah yonack vuss end yar ded’s vuss!” The mother was now looking at her panicking son. Her hands were holding her hips, and she was grinning as well. “End yah sed thet yah dun’t nid mah hulp, so A’ll just wetch yah hir!”

“DO YOU WANT YOUR SON TO DIE BECAUSE OF HIS STUPIDITY?” the son shouted as his shaking and bending feet started to lose their grip on the wall.

“Uhf curse nuht, sun!” the mother shouted back. “Beht yah sed thet–”

“Ukeh, ukeh, sun. Nahw, streghten yur lags!”


“Pat dumanent hend on thi pert uf thi rup thet’s nir yur sad.”


“Uh, end kell fur e ballaer.”

“BILLETER!” (“Billeter ready!” said the overconfident son’s nicer and watching younger sister as she took her brother’s rope while setting herself up for billeting.)

“Nahw, fit farst es yah wok duwn!”


“Sluwleh lusen yur huld un thi rup es yuh gu duwn.”


“Kip yur oppar budeh a lattle opwerd!”


The son was very near to the ground filled with small stones when his feet lost their hold on the wall.

“Wall, es yeeshel, tehm tu hulp meh sun ot thir.” The mother went down the stairs beside the rappelling tower as fast as she carefully could. Getting the humbled (yet again) son was a pretty easy task for her and her daughter, as the two women were trained in rappelling.

When the son detached the descent system from himself, he gave his mother a hug. The mother accepted it kindly.

“Yuh lurnd yur lussuns nahw, sun?” she gently said with a smile to her son as they hugged each other.

“Yes, Mom…” the son weakly replied. “I’m really sorry, Mom…again…”

“Ah luv yah, sun.”

“I love you, too, Mom…even if your voice sounds ugly and annoying…and thanks very much for those tips back there while I was panicking like an idiot…”

“Yur walcum, sun…yur walcum…”

And as usual, they went back to doing proper work.

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