(disclaimer 'n' stuff) Well, I've been trying to think of something witty and/or humorous I could say in this lil a/n and, after sitting here for several minutes just staring at the monitor I have come up with precisely zip. :-P I guess I'll just settle for the bare minimum;
I own nothing.
Hey, that was easy! I gotta do that more often! Anyway, enjoy the story! =^.".^=
~Saturday~
*I snap awake as my stereo turns on at 10:30 am. (don't ask me why I set that alarm to wake me up on a Saturday morning cuz I have no idea)*
"Go back to sleep!" *I moan*
*I roll over and try to ignore the sound of whatever soundtrack I set the thing to wake me up with. In this case, "A Chorus Line."
After 4 minutes of cool dance music and Larry saying, "ready? five, six, seven, eight. . ." I finally get out of bed. I stumble to the bathroom, and come out a little while later feeling more refreshed and a bit more awake. I put on an old pair of jeans and my over-sized "Phantom of the Opera" T-shirt and head to the kitchen for breakfast. As I walk through the family room I see Mistoffelees staring at the computer.*
MISTO
Presto, why do you keep doing this to me?!
ME
Good morning to you too.
MISTO
*looks at me and smiles*
Good morning, sleep well?
ME
I think so, I had a few dreams but I don't remember what they were so I must've slept well. You?
MISTO
*shrugs*
Okay I guess.
ME
It's pretty early for you to be visiting. How'd you get in?
MISTO
I have my ways.
*his smile vanishes*
Now, answer my question!
ME
I don't know what you're talking about.
MISTO
Yes, you do.
ME
Uh, no, I don't.
MISTO
*turns to the moniter*
THIS! Why do you do this to me every time?
ME
What are you looking at?
*I lean in to find that Misto's been looking through my CATS fics*
ME
How'd you find these? They're password protected.
MISTO
Protected from me? Impossible.
ME
*rolling my eyes*
Magicals.
MISTO
Don't change the subject. Explain!
ME
Explain what?
MISTO
Explain why all of your stories make me sound like a complete wimp!
*he scrolls down the list of titles*
Look, in all of these something bad happens to me!
ME
That's not true! What about Smokey Days?
MISTO
*clicks on "Burnt Out Ends of Smokey Days"*
The one where I get tied up and knocked out by a henchman you mean?
ME
*trying to defend myself*
I had to do that! You were defeating Macavity's henchmen army way too easily!
MISTO
*clicks on "Streetlamp Dies"*
And what about this one where a gang of toms try to kill me.
ME
*still trying to defend myself*
And at the end you defeat them single handedly!
MISTO
*scrolls down to the section of unfinished fics*
And what about these?
Macavity steals my powers and no one in the tribe believes it's me.
Or in this one, I'm captured and made a slave and almost drowned.
Here, I'm given to Macavity by one of the jellicles for revenge.
And in this one I'm Macavity's son?!
ME
There's a reason I haven't been working on those, Misto. They weren't any good!
MISTO
No kidding
ME
Besides, they're not even finished yet!
MISTO
That's not the point!
*Victoria enters the room from the kitchen*
VIC
What's with all the noise?
ME
Hi Vic.
VIC
Hi Presto. What's going on?
ME
Misto's complaining about my stories.
MISTO
And with good reason!
ME
What about "Endless Masquerading"? Nothing happens to you in that one.
MISTO
*stares at me unimpressed*
I'm not in that one.
ME
Technicalities.
MISTO
It's because of my size isn't it?
ME
No it isn't.
MISTO
Yes, it is! I'm just a helpless, vulnerable, delicate little kitten that you just can't help but wanna pick on! That's what everyone else thinks.
VIC
You've got a baby face, Misto. Face it, you're gunna look like a kitten for the rest of your life.
ME
Besides, that is not why. . .
MISTO
Then why is it?
ME
It's . . . well . . . I don't know why.
MISTO
What, so you pick on me for the fun of it?
ME
No! I . . . uh . . . Victoria, help me out here!
VIC
*shakes her head, an amused smile on her face*
No way, this is too much fun.
MISTO
I bet you couldn't write one fic about me that I didn't get hurt in.
ME
I bet I could!
MISTO
Prove it then!
*he gets up and sits me down in the computer chair*
Write a story. Right now!
ME
Right now?
MISTO
That's what I said.
ME
I haven't even had breakfast yet!
MISTO
*waves his paws, a plate of toast appears*
Eat and get typing!
ME
Where's the chocolate milk?
MISTO
What is it with you humans and chocolate?
ME
Chocolate is my source of inspiration.
MISTO
*smirks*
So it's the chocolate's fault I get beaten up all the time.
ME
Very funny.
*Misto makes a glass of chocolate milk appear*
MISTO
There you go.
ME
Thanks.
MISTO
You're welcome, now type!
ME
How am I supposed to work with you looking over my shoulder like that?
MISTO
I'm sure you'll find a way.
ME
Oog
*I roll my eyes and start typing*
=^.".^=
"Duchess? Duchess darling where are you?"
Mistoffelees opened his eyes and yawned. The human queen was looking for his mother. Making an awful fuss about it too. Like all cats, he hated being disturbed when napping.
"Duchess?"
The little tuxedo covered his ears with his paws and again stretched out on the soft hallway rug. He was just starting to get comfortable when he felt a sudden pain in his tail. With a surprised yowl, he leapt to his feet and ran into a corner.
"Oh Oreo, darling! Did mommy step on your tail?"
Misto rolled his eyes as the human queen picked him up and stroked his head.
Oreo, he thought. I hate that name.
"Mommy is so sorry, honey. I thought you were about in the garden."
Misto sighed to himself. His pride told him that he should maintain a dignified vexation toward the human who dared step on his tail, but his human queen was very old and didn't know any better. With that in mind, he rubbed his head against her hand and purred.
"Do you forgive me Oreo? Thank you. You're such a gentleman you are."
The lady, whose name was Helen Roseman though everyone called her Mrs. Rose, gently set the tuxedo on the floor.
"Now, where is your mother young man?"
Misto sat down and began grooming himself. He had not the slightest idea where his mother was.
Mrs. Rose shook her head.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to keep looking."
She headed into the living room.
"Duchess? Where are you sweetie?"
Misto smiled. Now he could finish his nap.
He had just laid down on the rug when he suddenly hit with a strange sensation.
He felt as though his brain had fallen asleep the way a paw or a foot would.
It was uncomfortable. He didn't like it.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples hoping it would go away.
What happened next confused him even more.
He saw a picture in his head.
It was of his mother curled up behind the daisy bush in the garden.
Then, it was gone and he felt normal again.
Well, that was strange, he thought.
He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. He was awake now.
He decided to find his mother and ask her for an explanation of what had just happened to him.
For some reason, he decided to look behind the daisy bush first.
Mrs. Rose smiled as the little tuxedo crossed through the living room. He threw a quick glance at her, acknowledging her presence, then continued through the kitty door and into the garden.
"I knew you would lead me to Duchess you little rascal," she said.
The lady sighed as she opened the door and entered the garden after him. He was the strangest kitten she had ever seen. She could never tell what was on his mind.
"Such a mysterious tom that Oreo," she thought.
Mistoffelees made his way through the garden to the daisy bush. He found his mother curled up behind it, just like in his vision. He cocked his head in puzzlement.
That's weird, he thought.
Just then, the white queen, whose name was Athena, looked up and saw her son.
"Misto," she called. "Come here, we have a surprise for you."
Now Misto was really puzzled. We? Who's we?
Curiously, he walked to his mother.
"Meet your new baby sister," she said.
The young tuxedo looked down to see a white figure curled up next to his mother. He leaned closer for a better look. Athena began to gently lick the little ball of white fuzz. It mewed and a tiny head appeared. Misto's eyes lit up.
"My sister?" he asked excitedly.
Athena nodded.
"Her name is Victoria."
The tuxedo gently stroked the newborn kitten.
"Hi Victoria! I'm your big brother, Mistoffelees."
Athena smiled at her kittens.
"Duchess! There you are sweetie!" said Mrs. Rose, who had followed Misto to the daisy bush. "Oh my, what have we here?"
The elderly woman knelt down to look at Victoria.
"My goodness!" she said.
She reached down to touch the newborn. Mistoffelees aggressively batted her hand with his paw. She laughed.
"A little protective are we, Oreo?"
She stroked the white queen.
"Congratulations Duchess, you have a daughter! What shall we name her? Let me see, she was born behind a daisy bush. Shall we name her Daisy?"
The white queen looked up at the human. Mrs. Rose smiled.
"All right, Daisy it is! Welcome to the world, Daisy. I'll just leave you three alone for a family moment."
With that, the human lady stood and walked into the house.
Misto looked at his mother confusedly.
"Mom, why does she do that? Doesn't she know what our real names are?"
Athena shook her head.
"No darling, our real names are only for us cats to know. And your third name is only for you to know."
"Does Victoria know what her third name is?"
"Not yet dear, but she will soon."
Mistoffelees turned his attention back to the newborn.
"May I hold her?"
"Yes you may, but be very careful."
The tuxedo gently lifted his sister into his arms and began to rock her. Victoria rubbed her little head against his chest and mewed happily. A huge smile came to Misto's white face.
"Look mom, she likes me!"
Athena laughed.
"She sure does."
"Does she know that I'm her brother?"
"Oh I think so."
Misto continued to rock his little sister gently back and forth. He suddenly remembered that he wanted to ask his mother about something, but he couldn't remember what.
Oh well.
It must not have been very important.
=^.".^=
I own nothing.
Hey, that was easy! I gotta do that more often! Anyway, enjoy the story! =^.".^=
~Saturday~
*I snap awake as my stereo turns on at 10:30 am. (don't ask me why I set that alarm to wake me up on a Saturday morning cuz I have no idea)*
"Go back to sleep!" *I moan*
*I roll over and try to ignore the sound of whatever soundtrack I set the thing to wake me up with. In this case, "A Chorus Line."
After 4 minutes of cool dance music and Larry saying, "ready? five, six, seven, eight. . ." I finally get out of bed. I stumble to the bathroom, and come out a little while later feeling more refreshed and a bit more awake. I put on an old pair of jeans and my over-sized "Phantom of the Opera" T-shirt and head to the kitchen for breakfast. As I walk through the family room I see Mistoffelees staring at the computer.*
MISTO
Presto, why do you keep doing this to me?!
ME
Good morning to you too.
MISTO
*looks at me and smiles*
Good morning, sleep well?
ME
I think so, I had a few dreams but I don't remember what they were so I must've slept well. You?
MISTO
*shrugs*
Okay I guess.
ME
It's pretty early for you to be visiting. How'd you get in?
MISTO
I have my ways.
*his smile vanishes*
Now, answer my question!
ME
I don't know what you're talking about.
MISTO
Yes, you do.
ME
Uh, no, I don't.
MISTO
*turns to the moniter*
THIS! Why do you do this to me every time?
ME
What are you looking at?
*I lean in to find that Misto's been looking through my CATS fics*
ME
How'd you find these? They're password protected.
MISTO
Protected from me? Impossible.
ME
*rolling my eyes*
Magicals.
MISTO
Don't change the subject. Explain!
ME
Explain what?
MISTO
Explain why all of your stories make me sound like a complete wimp!
*he scrolls down the list of titles*
Look, in all of these something bad happens to me!
ME
That's not true! What about Smokey Days?
MISTO
*clicks on "Burnt Out Ends of Smokey Days"*
The one where I get tied up and knocked out by a henchman you mean?
ME
*trying to defend myself*
I had to do that! You were defeating Macavity's henchmen army way too easily!
MISTO
*clicks on "Streetlamp Dies"*
And what about this one where a gang of toms try to kill me.
ME
*still trying to defend myself*
And at the end you defeat them single handedly!
MISTO
*scrolls down to the section of unfinished fics*
And what about these?
Macavity steals my powers and no one in the tribe believes it's me.
Or in this one, I'm captured and made a slave and almost drowned.
Here, I'm given to Macavity by one of the jellicles for revenge.
And in this one I'm Macavity's son?!
ME
There's a reason I haven't been working on those, Misto. They weren't any good!
MISTO
No kidding
ME
Besides, they're not even finished yet!
MISTO
That's not the point!
*Victoria enters the room from the kitchen*
VIC
What's with all the noise?
ME
Hi Vic.
VIC
Hi Presto. What's going on?
ME
Misto's complaining about my stories.
MISTO
And with good reason!
ME
What about "Endless Masquerading"? Nothing happens to you in that one.
MISTO
*stares at me unimpressed*
I'm not in that one.
ME
Technicalities.
MISTO
It's because of my size isn't it?
ME
No it isn't.
MISTO
Yes, it is! I'm just a helpless, vulnerable, delicate little kitten that you just can't help but wanna pick on! That's what everyone else thinks.
VIC
You've got a baby face, Misto. Face it, you're gunna look like a kitten for the rest of your life.
ME
Besides, that is not why. . .
MISTO
Then why is it?
ME
It's . . . well . . . I don't know why.
MISTO
What, so you pick on me for the fun of it?
ME
No! I . . . uh . . . Victoria, help me out here!
VIC
*shakes her head, an amused smile on her face*
No way, this is too much fun.
MISTO
I bet you couldn't write one fic about me that I didn't get hurt in.
ME
I bet I could!
MISTO
Prove it then!
*he gets up and sits me down in the computer chair*
Write a story. Right now!
ME
Right now?
MISTO
That's what I said.
ME
I haven't even had breakfast yet!
MISTO
*waves his paws, a plate of toast appears*
Eat and get typing!
ME
Where's the chocolate milk?
MISTO
What is it with you humans and chocolate?
ME
Chocolate is my source of inspiration.
MISTO
*smirks*
So it's the chocolate's fault I get beaten up all the time.
ME
Very funny.
*Misto makes a glass of chocolate milk appear*
MISTO
There you go.
ME
Thanks.
MISTO
You're welcome, now type!
ME
How am I supposed to work with you looking over my shoulder like that?
MISTO
I'm sure you'll find a way.
ME
Oog
*I roll my eyes and start typing*
=^.".^=
"Duchess? Duchess darling where are you?"
Mistoffelees opened his eyes and yawned. The human queen was looking for his mother. Making an awful fuss about it too. Like all cats, he hated being disturbed when napping.
"Duchess?"
The little tuxedo covered his ears with his paws and again stretched out on the soft hallway rug. He was just starting to get comfortable when he felt a sudden pain in his tail. With a surprised yowl, he leapt to his feet and ran into a corner.
"Oh Oreo, darling! Did mommy step on your tail?"
Misto rolled his eyes as the human queen picked him up and stroked his head.
Oreo, he thought. I hate that name.
"Mommy is so sorry, honey. I thought you were about in the garden."
Misto sighed to himself. His pride told him that he should maintain a dignified vexation toward the human who dared step on his tail, but his human queen was very old and didn't know any better. With that in mind, he rubbed his head against her hand and purred.
"Do you forgive me Oreo? Thank you. You're such a gentleman you are."
The lady, whose name was Helen Roseman though everyone called her Mrs. Rose, gently set the tuxedo on the floor.
"Now, where is your mother young man?"
Misto sat down and began grooming himself. He had not the slightest idea where his mother was.
Mrs. Rose shook her head.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to keep looking."
She headed into the living room.
"Duchess? Where are you sweetie?"
Misto smiled. Now he could finish his nap.
He had just laid down on the rug when he suddenly hit with a strange sensation.
He felt as though his brain had fallen asleep the way a paw or a foot would.
It was uncomfortable. He didn't like it.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples hoping it would go away.
What happened next confused him even more.
He saw a picture in his head.
It was of his mother curled up behind the daisy bush in the garden.
Then, it was gone and he felt normal again.
Well, that was strange, he thought.
He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. He was awake now.
He decided to find his mother and ask her for an explanation of what had just happened to him.
For some reason, he decided to look behind the daisy bush first.
Mrs. Rose smiled as the little tuxedo crossed through the living room. He threw a quick glance at her, acknowledging her presence, then continued through the kitty door and into the garden.
"I knew you would lead me to Duchess you little rascal," she said.
The lady sighed as she opened the door and entered the garden after him. He was the strangest kitten she had ever seen. She could never tell what was on his mind.
"Such a mysterious tom that Oreo," she thought.
Mistoffelees made his way through the garden to the daisy bush. He found his mother curled up behind it, just like in his vision. He cocked his head in puzzlement.
That's weird, he thought.
Just then, the white queen, whose name was Athena, looked up and saw her son.
"Misto," she called. "Come here, we have a surprise for you."
Now Misto was really puzzled. We? Who's we?
Curiously, he walked to his mother.
"Meet your new baby sister," she said.
The young tuxedo looked down to see a white figure curled up next to his mother. He leaned closer for a better look. Athena began to gently lick the little ball of white fuzz. It mewed and a tiny head appeared. Misto's eyes lit up.
"My sister?" he asked excitedly.
Athena nodded.
"Her name is Victoria."
The tuxedo gently stroked the newborn kitten.
"Hi Victoria! I'm your big brother, Mistoffelees."
Athena smiled at her kittens.
"Duchess! There you are sweetie!" said Mrs. Rose, who had followed Misto to the daisy bush. "Oh my, what have we here?"
The elderly woman knelt down to look at Victoria.
"My goodness!" she said.
She reached down to touch the newborn. Mistoffelees aggressively batted her hand with his paw. She laughed.
"A little protective are we, Oreo?"
She stroked the white queen.
"Congratulations Duchess, you have a daughter! What shall we name her? Let me see, she was born behind a daisy bush. Shall we name her Daisy?"
The white queen looked up at the human. Mrs. Rose smiled.
"All right, Daisy it is! Welcome to the world, Daisy. I'll just leave you three alone for a family moment."
With that, the human lady stood and walked into the house.
Misto looked at his mother confusedly.
"Mom, why does she do that? Doesn't she know what our real names are?"
Athena shook her head.
"No darling, our real names are only for us cats to know. And your third name is only for you to know."
"Does Victoria know what her third name is?"
"Not yet dear, but she will soon."
Mistoffelees turned his attention back to the newborn.
"May I hold her?"
"Yes you may, but be very careful."
The tuxedo gently lifted his sister into his arms and began to rock her. Victoria rubbed her little head against his chest and mewed happily. A huge smile came to Misto's white face.
"Look mom, she likes me!"
Athena laughed.
"She sure does."
"Does she know that I'm her brother?"
"Oh I think so."
Misto continued to rock his little sister gently back and forth. He suddenly remembered that he wanted to ask his mother about something, but he couldn't remember what.
Oh well.
It must not have been very important.
=^.".^=
