Hey everyone! Welcome to my Grimm fic. Hope you enjoy it! - Just so you know, the words in italics are Cat's thouhgts.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own GRIMM!

Puss in Boots

Cat Chow

Why the heck am I sitting in one of those creepy interrogation rooms at a smelly police station in Portland with a pretty dumb-looking Asian officer trying to stare me down? It's because you're stupid, because you got caught. For stealing aspirin. From the principal's desk.

I ignore the sergeant's piercing stare and continue to inspect my fingernails. Not that they need it – they're all enameled a perfect hue of bright orange – but being a cat, you never stop grooming.

Just then the door opens and a new officer walks in. He looks a lot smarter than first one and smells strongly of… Grimm! Oh, fuck! I fall over backwards with my chair, trying too quickly to get away. "What d' you want" I hiss, my face changing rapidly into the dark furry form only the Grimm can see.

"Catalina Ramos, you can leave" the Grimm says without even the slightest notion of my changed appearance. I narrow my eyes, the panic ebbing away. "And why is that?" I spit, still suspicious. "Your uncle, a certain–" he breaks off checking his papers "–Don Tomas, paid the bail for you. Actually" he pauses again. The nerve of him! "He's waiting for you outside in the car"

At this my heart sinks. Now, usually you'd think I would be glad to get outta this, but, let's just say I'd rather face ten Grimms than my single uncle Don Tomas. We just don't mix well. Never did actually. He just can't get over the fact that I'm half Klaustreich.

Five minutes later however Sergeant Wu has deposited me in the back of Don Tomas's black BMW SUV. "How'd you manage it this time?" I think I hear a note of desperation in my uncle's voice. Not a good sign. For desperate cat's – or rather Balams – make hard opponents. "Stole aspirin from the old witch" I reply coldly. Compared to what I did at my last school, this sounds like peanuts. The man on the front seat sighs deeply, "You can't just steal from your principal just because she's a Hexenbiest"

"I didn't steal from her because she's a Hexenbiest. I stole it 'cause I had a headache" – and because she's a witch, I silently add in my head, but he doesn't need to know that. Tomas on the other hand stays calm and mutters (more to himself than to me), "I knew your mother made a mistake when she married that Klaustreich. Now see what we've got…" I would have snapped at this, except he doesn't give me the chance. He continues in a louder voice and a stern tone, I know not to cross.

"You managed to get yourself thrown out of all schools in Portland. All of them! But I'm giving you one last chance and if you screw it up, you're going back to Mexico and work in the sugar mill!" I freeze. The sugar mill is the last thing I want. I'd be cat chow there in less than a week. But on the other hand I knew it had to happen sooner or later. Don Tomas doesn't like me (or rather the part of me that's Klaustreich). It's only his Balam instinct to help his family. However, my uncle, unfazed of my terror, continues in his iciest voice, "There's only one last school in Portland: the Von Hamlin Institute for fine arts. Get yourself thrown out of there – I won't be there to save you"

Well, it could have been worse. Though probably not much. An institute for fine arts? How does he expect me to do that? I can't sing, I can't play an instrument (unless you count the panpipes), I can't even read notes, when it comes to that. I'm fairly good at dancing, though I'm not sure if that'll be of any use. Von Hamlin… sounds like lots of music if you ask me.

Don Tomas drops me off in front of a huge brick building with a green and red banner above the entrance. I scowl. If you ask me, this looks more like a prison-version of Hogwarts than anything else.

In the office the principal awaits me. A stern-looking black woman by the name of Clark. She gives me a talking-to the moment I enter the room. Great. Another one of those stuck-ups. "Catalina Ramos. I see you got thrown out of several schools" She stressed the word several way too much for my liking. "As you'll soon find out, there's a strict discipline around here" Fantastic. Now, I won't have any issues with that, of course. "The only way to become a good musician is discipline" Only I don't plan on becoming a musician. She makes another pause, looking me straight in the eye, "What is your instrument, Miss Ramos?" I try to keep my face stony 'cause I know she's not gonna like the answer at all "Pan's pipe" The principal frowns at me. "Well, that's inappropriate. But it'll do until you learn something else." What the… What's inappropriate about panpipes?! I want to spit in her face, but don't when I remember the sugar mill. No need to screw it just now. "You'll live in one of the student apartments on campus. Your stuff's already been moved there. You're dismissed"

Wow. That was better than I'd expected. No yelling, no detention… haven't had that in a while. I'm kinda starting to miss it.

I decide to take a look at my new room first. Speaking of my new room… where is it? The principal never mentioned it. Typical. Very disciplined. I look at the key she handed me. It says A-305. Whatever that's supposed to mean? Hanging round's no good though. People might think I'm up to something. So, with no better plan on hands, I decide to just ask someone. Only problem: no one's around.

However, music's sounding through the door to my left. Classic music. Not my style at all.

I knock once, and then enter. As it turns out, not a very smart idea. The music stops at once and I realize I must have walked into some kind of rehearsal. Everyone stares. Not good. "What are you doing?" that's the teacher speaking, a middle-aged man with ashen hair and beard. "Don't you see we're rehearsing?"

"Well, I see it now" I reply rather bluntly. Someone at the back of the class laughs. The teacher on the other hand seems not amused. His face is reddening by the minute. "Who are you, girl?" he asks. "Catalina Ramos, I'm new" This does not have the soothing effect I'd expected. "Well, anyway" I continue before anyone can stop me, "I was just wondering if anyone can tell me where A-305 is."

"It's the next building, third floor, fifth room" someone at the back of the class calls, indicating the direction with the bow his violin. "Thanks" I say and turn to leave. "Wait, wait, wait, not so fast!" Oh gosh, here we go again. "You, Miss Ramos" The teacher points a finger at me "will get detention for interrupting this class!"

"Oh come on Mr." I turn to see the sign next to the door "Dr. Lawson. I'm new" Apparently Dr. Lawson doesn't give a damn if I'm new because all he says is, "Five o'clock in the math room" I stare at him "And where the heck is that?" I bluff at him with probably a little more attitude than's appropriate. "Just upstairs, first door to the left" It's the kid with the violin again. "Thanks again" I say, turning on my heel before Dr. Lawson can give me anymore detention. "You might as well join her Mr. Geiger!" I hear him yell, just as the door falls closed behind me.

Oh. My. God. If it goes on like this, I'll really end up as cat chow in the sugar mill.