I was bored today and the other night a little idea popped into my head and, well, this. I was thinking of Superman and superheroes in general and started relating them to Ian... and realized that wasn't so easily done but good superheroes all have that one enemy they can't beat.

I don't own anything.

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That sound was like nails on a calkboard to Ian. How he loathed that sound...

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To anyone else the sound was simply a form of comunication for a cat.

To Ian it was a death threat. He could almost hear the cat taunting him... treatening him... If it was up to Ian that cat would be an expensive fur decoration rather than an annoying, mobile mousetrap.

Saladin jumped on the desk, blocking Ian's view of the moniter. He looked the boy's in the eyes innocently as if to say, "Oh, I'm I in your way?"

Ian glared at the creature. "What do you want this time?" I must be going insane, I'm talking to the cat... he thought.

Ian had never cared for furry critters. They were annoying, required too much work.

Saladin took a shot at Ian's face with his paw.

Another thing Ian didn't like about house pets. If you pissed them off they scratched you, bit you and ruined expensive clothes.

"What did I do to you?" Ian asked. He couldn't remember ever doing anything to the feline.

Saladin just looked at him mischeviously before running accross the keyboard. and jumping to a nearby table.

Whatever keys Saladin had stepped on caused the computer to spaz and the blue screen of death poped up.

"Son of a bitch! What did you do?" he asked him.

Saladin didn't like that one bit. Ian just call his mother a dog. Salidin detested dogs. cocked his head. "What are you going to do about it?" his eyes taunted.

Ian narrowed his eyes and walked toward the enemy. It was close enough to the door, if he could just throw it out there...

But Saladin was quicker. Silly, human. You can't catch me. he thought, as he jumped to a chair, hitting some paper on strings. Oops... Ian didn't seem to like that.

"You stupid cat! Look what you've done!" he started picking up the papers. No sooner had he begun that task did the cat started jumping around again, knocking stuff off selves and lines.

Ian gave up. "SINEAD!" he shouted down the stairs. "COME GET YOUR BLOODY CAT OUT OF HERE, IT'S MAKING A MESS!"

Ian started picking up things as Sinead and Evan ran up the stairs.

"My God, it looks like a tornado came through here!" Evan exclaimed.

"I never told you to come up here..." Ian muttered.

"Did you say Saladin did all this?" Sinead asked.

"Yes! And it made a death screen on the computer!" he gestured to the blue computer. "I tell you that thing is a monster..."

They all looked over to the corner of the room where Saladin was curled up on a pillow, looking up at them innocently. When they looked at him, he walked over to Evan and started curling arounf his ankles, purring.

Evan reached down to pet him. "This sweet little guy can hardly be a monster, Kabra."

"You can't blame the cat for everything you mess up." Sinead said, "Now clean everything up." she turned to leave.

Evan picked up Saladin and followed her.

Ian would have sworn he saw the cat smirking at him.

I love these two so much! Lol Ian's fun to bother and Saladin's fun to write.