Kitty: The Sequal Chapter 1

"Let's go get some coffee, Bobby!" I poked his arm, but he just curled further into his pillow and started snoring in an overdramatic way.

I pouted at him, but to no avail, Bob just wasn't a morning person. So I crawled out of bed and slipped on some black pants. Bob had convinced me to get some tighter jeans, that people wouldn't look twice at a tail, weirder things could be found everyday in New York City. To tell the truth, I was happy with the new freedom, no longer was I so lopsided and clumsy. You have no idea how much balance a tail gives you.

But, now I was on a quest for coffee. After pulling a long-sleeved gray shirt over my head, brushing my hair carefully and applying a neat layer of eyeliner (a habit I had pick up from Frankie a while ago) I head out the door.

There was a hole-in-the-wall cafe a couple blocks down from our apartment. Bob and I had moved to NYC after graduation, and though I would never admit it to Bob, I was kinda just following my brother. He had finally moved out a few months after I got together with Bob, he and Patrick moved up here and I was really lonely without him. Yeah I had a wonderful boyfriend, but there's something you get from a brother you don't get elsewhere. Though, if we were judging by melodrama, Frank was way more devastated by the loss. He moped around my house for weeks, talking of nothing but how much he missed my brother and Patrick. Only cheering slightly when I let him take me shopping and pet my tail. But he still spent an awful lot of time down in that basement, sans clothes.

I took pity on him and let Frank come to the city with us. He attached himself to Patrick's side when we went to visit my brother, and as far as I know he hasn't left their bedroom since. That suited me just fine, Bob and I relished the privacy that was suddenly so available to us, after so long working around parent's schedules and shit.

I pushed the door open to the cafe, the scent so soothing to my sensitive nose, coffee truly was magical. The place was filled with cushy sofas and overstuffed chairs along with spindly tables and stools. They served things in mismatched mugs and the atmosphere of the place was so relaxed you couldn't help but sit back and listen to music, be it live or on the speakers.

I ordered a large mocha cappuccino, two shots, and settled into one of the overstuffed chairs, letting the smooth guitar wash over me. It was a few sips into my unicorn-covered mug before I looked up to see who was playing.

I nearly did a spit take.

The guy, he…he had a tail. The man sat on a stool, one leg propped up on the middle rung, making complex melodies sound simple; while the tail swayed behind him along with the beat. It was a deep russet, puffy in a long haired way that begged to be run over with gentle hands, between fingers and across palm.

I tore my eyes away from the motion, the slow swish-flick that threatened to hypnotize, to realize I was gripping my poor cup much too tight. I loosened my hold and took a long drink, eyes straying back to the man of their own accord. I focused on his hands, shoulders, head, anything but what I truly wanted to see.

He had a mass of curls hanging almost to his shoulders, they moved almost independently of him, as if the music gave life. As they shifted, a flash of pointed, furry, ear became visible.

Now I could do nothing other than openly gape at the stranger. I had never met anyone like me before. He must have noticed the stare, 'cause he looked up from his playing, not missing a beat, and looked straight at me. I felt his gaze sweep over my frame, full lips smirking as they settled for a second on my own ears.

Then he winked, okay, fucking winked.

Oh god, I needed Bob, like immediately. I could feel the familiar panic welling up inside me, and I scampered out of that place as fast as I could; sprinting the whole way back to the apartment. As soon as I got there, I threw off my clothes and burrowed in next to my boyfriend, not wanting to admit I was shaking but still so fucking grateful when he wrapped me up in his strong arms and held me close.