Here Kitty, Kitty, Caitie... Summery: Odd how stray balls of fluff will change your view of someone. A/N: Ok, due to lack of cable TV, I've seen this show twice while baby-sitting, so if I screwed it up, don't hate me. Half the people are made up in here any way. Oh God... another disclaimer: I do not own Caitie, Jamie, Val, Tyler, a cat, a cat named Eilonwy (except for the one I got for me birthday), Prydain Chronicles, Lloyd Alexander, Britanny Spears ( THANK YOU LORD!!!!) EMS, Cats (The musical), the music from the musical, Sister Hazel, The song Your Winter (however, I stole the soundtrack it's on from my sister), or anything that is a smidgenly part of the show. You do realize you were allowed to skip that, right? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On a surprisingly rainy day, a small matted figure could be seen scuttling through the side alleys and through the football field. Jamie Waite, who sat wet and rather tired looking under the bleachers, glared at it. " Dumb cat probably has rabies." he grumbled. As he shifted his weight, he knocked his book bag into a muddy puddle. On top of his now soiled text books laid a report with a large red F. He had thought he had actually done well. After all, his best friend, Caitie, had helped him with it. Speaking of Caitie... he could see her lean figure winding through the parked cars. Whistling loud enough for her to hear, he waved her over. "Jamie, why are you looking like you just..." Catching sight of the failed report, she trailed off. "Oh." Gingerly, she picked up the report and scanned it. "Now, I pride myself in not being overly sentimental or mothery, so listen good." Taking an exagerated breath, and half hiding a concerned grin, she put on one of her "Miss Amerca's-whats-wrong" look. "Jamie, I know that you can do better, but don't beat yourself up... I'll forgive you." Grinning, Jamie looked back at the cat. " I think it's a mutt." "I never heard of a cat being referd to as a mutt." "Well, what ever you call a mutt-y cat." " No wonder your failing english, Jamie, you make up random words like 'mutty'." " Well maybe if I spent more time with the pitiful preppies that seem to clone each other, I would be more articulate." Fiening shock, Caitie gasped. "You know, I can see you in a pink mini skirt..." " Yeah well, you would look great with that sparkily stuff and those puffy things Britany Spears wore." " Oh, that's IT!" Next thing he knew, she had tackled him and the were wrestling in the mud. Rolling over on their backs a few minutes later, they stared at the cold metal of the bleachers. "Ya know, I never thought I would be donig the mud wresting." " Jamie Waite, only you would say something like that!!!!" "Oh, I dunno, yesterday Tyler was telling us about his latest issue of Playboy..." Propping herself on her elbow, Caitie glared suspiciously. "Seriously?" " God no! You don't think Super- Jock would do something like that do you?" Shaking her head, she pulled her self up. "You know, that looks a lot like the cat I used to have." Sighing, she grabbed her book bag. "What happened to it?" "It ran away two years ago, when Dad b- when Dad became allergic. I gotta go. See you Jamie. Oh," she started as she started into the downpour, " And Jamie... don't take up mud wrestinly... you'll undoubtably lose." But Jamie wasn't ready to leave. He shoved his fists into his pocket,and looked to see if there was any sign of the rain stoping. There wasn't. Feeling something at his foot, he glanced down. The cat. "Well," he mutterd, more to himself then to the cat, " Maybe you can cheer us both up." Bending down to pick it up, he half smiled as it leapt into his arms, mewing happily. "Ok, then. Just don't pee on me."