The Devil's Son + The Angel's Daughter
Cato
"Cato Straphic Rhees!"
Damn those three words. I groaned. "What?"
"Come down and clean up the poo your damn dog left on the couch!"
I snarled under my breath. "Fuck you, Vincent."
When I came down the staircase, I was met by a very angry mother and a too-innocent looking dog.
My mother's name is Penelope and right now, she's not a happy mama.
Beside her sits my big German Shepherd, Vincent. He shoots me a look that screams Mha ha ha! Yes, go clean up my pretty poop up!
I scowled at him. "Vincent."
He responds by putting one paw forward. His claws are sharpened to needle-points; for some reason, my mom likes them like that.
"Your father will be home soon," my mother tells me as I grab a paper towel and head towards the couch.
"On time?" I reply sarcastically.
Mom smacks me. "Cato!"
"Oh come on, Mom! Last time, he said he would be gone two weeks; he took two months," I snapped.
Mom narrowed her sapphire orbs at me. "Respect your father, Cato!" she spat angrily.
"I will when he respects me," I retorted.
"Cato!" she screams when I stomp back up to my room, without cleaning up the poop. "Cato!"
The garage door opens and a jet-black Jaguar slides into a stall. Dad's home.
He comes through the door and kisses my mom like he's a normal dad. Like we're a normal family.
"Cato is being disrespectful," I hear my mom say.
My dad shrugs. "He's a teenage boy with nothing to do," he replies easily. "I'll go talk to him."
He climbs the stairs without trouble, unlike our cat, Mr. Hades, a very fat black Persian.
Mr. Hades huffs and puffs like the big bad wolf as he struggles with the slippery marble steps.
I stifle a laugh and slip into my room while my father turns and encourages Mr. Hades on.
Jamming on my blue Skullcandy headphones on, I pretend to rock out to music as my dad walks in.
I glance in his direction, plaster a surprised look on my face (which probably sucks), and take my headphones off.
"Hey, Squirt. Whatcha listening to?"
I look down at the end of the cord and see nothing.
Dad arches an eyebrow.
"My invisible iPod."
He laughs, but it fades. "Your mother tells me you've been disrespectful."
I sighed. "Hey, you said it. I'm a teenage boy with nothing to do in the world."
My father chuckles. "Go see your friends."
"Nah, don't feel like it."
"Well, at least try to be more respectful."
I nod.
Dad smiles. "Dinner's in an hour."
He leaves and I lean back, only to hit my head against the wall. "Ouch," I grumble.
Mr. Hades peeks in on time and smirks a little catty smirk.
Scowling, I lunge toward my desk and point my spray bottle at him. "That's right, you freakin' cat," I crow.
He hisses and curls his lip.
"You're the devil's cat," I mutter, and spray him.
I wasn't kidding. My dad's the devil, I'm the devil's son, and Mr. Hades in the devil's cat. Well shit.
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