The Cat
Max POV
"Ange, I'm sorry, but no."
"But Max!"
"No!"
Cue the puppy dog eyes. "MAX! PLEEEEEEAASSSSE!"
She knew that those eyes were my weakness. And seeing her hold that harmless looking cat got me. "Fine. You can keep the cat-"
"Oh thank you Max! Thank you thank you-"
"-BUT, you have to be the one to care for it. I will not be cleaning up after it, I will not be buying the food for it, and neither will the rest of the Flock. You are not allowed to mind control anyone into doing it for you either. You and solely you will care for it."
I could feel Angel's excitement radiating off of her. With a cry of "You're the best, Max!" she ran off to her room in my mom's house to play with the furry little kitten she had brought home.
I guess I should explain the situation; I haven't really given you any background information as to why there's even a cat in this house in the first place. See, Angel has always had this habit of bringing things home that she knew she shouldn't have. Of course, she also knew she could always try suckering me into letting her keep it so she always brought it home anyway. Like back at the E house. She had brought home all kinds of crazy animals she found wandering around the wilderness. Frogs, squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits, you name it she brought it home. The only thing I ever let her keep, though, was a parrot she had found flying around, close to death. It looked so out of place in the surrounding forest that we took it in. It reminded me of the Flock; like us, it didn't have anywhere to belong to. The parrot was old and tired, though, so it died only a month after Angel brought it home. She cried for nearly a full day over it; and even Fang, the emotionless rock, seemed a little off that day, almost as though he had been sad over Princess (the parrot)'s death too.
So then this morning, I was sleeping peacefully. That is, until a small, seven year old child with wings jumped on my stomach screaming, "HEY MAX WAKE UUUUUUUUP!" It was Angel. All morning she kept saying, "I need to show you something, I need to show you something," both out loud and mentally. Finally I caved in and asked her (well, really it was more of a growl, I'm no morning person) what she wanted me to see.
It was a cat.
Well, kitten, really. It was small and white, like Angel's spotless wings. Adorable, really. But just then, Total woke up. Dogs (even talking ones with wings) don't like cats. As soon as he saw the little furry purrball he nearly looked like he could start barking, and we all know just how much he abhors doing anything like a normal dog.
"Get… that THING out of here, Angel!" Total yelled. Well, he yelled as best as a small dog could, anyways. However, Angel fought him.
"NO. MY CAT! She's my friend and her name is TWINKLE BECAUSE SHE'S SHINY LIKE A STAR. MY CAT MINE SHE'S NOT LEAVING!"
Wow, I thought. I guess even hyperintelligent seven year old bird girls have tantrums. Who'd've guessed?
Angel turned to me. "I HEARD THAT!" Ugh. Mind readers! I tried again.
"Look, Ange, you can't keep the cat. Total doesn't like her and I don't even know if Mom would let you-"
Of course, me saying that gave Angel an excuse to go running downstairs, kitten in tow.
"DR. MARTINEEEEEEEEEZ! I FOUND A CAT, CAN I KEEP IT?"
Of course, my mom being the wonderful person she is, said Angel could keep the cat so long as I didn't mind.
Of course, I did mind, not because I don't like cats, but because Angel had been so obnoxious about it that I didn't really want to let her keep it. And so, we argued and argued until we reached the point in the argument where I relented and let her keep the kitten (see above.)
I just hope it was all worth it.
All this… for one little kitten named Twinkle.