Salem's Lament

By

Mrsrossino4

Summary: An intimate look into the relationship of Morgan Michaels and David Rossi, told from the point of view of Morgan's cat Salem.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, but I am guilty of being Morgan Michaels and Salem is indeed my kitty. I'd love to have David Rossi in my bed!

Mommy sure does have a funny way of picking friends.

Three years ago she and I were living in Florida, happy and comfortable. She went to work every day and talked on that contraption attached to hear ear at night. We really didn't need anyone else. Then HE showed up.

The HE I am referring to is the dark man with dark eyes. One day he showed up, then took us to the place where it snows sometimes. What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Oh, where are my manners? My given name is Salem Diamond Michaels, but you may call me Salem. I'm thirteen human years old, and I am what you humans refer to as a feline. I'm only six and a half pounds, with fuzzy black fur and green eyes. I have little white feet and a white chest/belly. Mommy calls me Witchy Kitty because she named me after a cat on a television show. I love my mommy, and she loves me. I do, however, question whether HE likes me.

From the moment we laid eyes on each other, I knew he was a threat to my home. I always slept next to mommy in the bed, but since he came I am forced to either sleep at the foot of the bed or in another room. I resent this, because I was in her life first. But what HE (mommy calls him David) doesn't know is when he is away I get my old spot back to sleep with mommy in the bed. David can bitch about the fur on his side of the bed, but I could care less. I purposely shed on his side to show him who's boss.

I also had to teach that damn overgrown slobbering beast who's boss. This big black idiot dog thought he was going to scare me? Please…everyone knows feline intelligence is superior to canines any day of the week. These days all I have to do is hiss and hold up my paw in a threatening manner and that dog scampers away like the bitch he is. David swats at me when he sees me "scaring his dog", and mommy always defends me.

What is great fun is to go into David's room with the computer and sit right in the middle of his keyboard. This is especially annoying to him if he is trying to work on something. What this human has yet to realize is if he wants me to voluntarily move, he just needs to give me love. Not a lot, just enough to make me happy.

Tonight I am worried about my mommy. I know she had a human baby inside her tummy, which was making her feel sick. David took her to the human version of the vet because mommy told me it was time for the baby to come out. I am worried because when she has gone before she came home with a flat tummy but no baby. She was then sad for a long time, and I played kitty nurse to make her happy again. David doesn't seem to realize I am a lot more useful than that damn mutt.

I am laying on the bed keeping mommy's side warm when I hear the front door open. I pick up my head and listen for her. I then see David come in and sit on his side of the bed. He looks tired, but strangely happy. I gingerly walk up and sit beside him.

"Meow", I offer softly while rubbing against his arm.

"Hey there. I figured you'd be someplace else. You waiting for your mommy to come home?"

DUH…why else am I here? "Meow".

"She'll be home in a couple of days, girl. This time we have a new baby boy AND a baby girl to bring back as well. Can you help mommy take care of the babies?"

Wow, this guy needs to get a clue. I am NOT a kitty nurse for nothing!

David starts to scratch my head. He lays down, and I lay down next to him. He does not object, so I rub against his side.

"You're not so bad, cat. Maybe we can be friends after all".

Get rid of that damn dog, David, then we'll talk.