Abby the Tabby pt.1

(Note: This story is written in Ty's point of view. Disclaimer: I do not own Grossology or any characters or locations used, but I do own the fact that I stayed up for several hours typing this.)

Chapter 1: An unusual tail

Ahh, wintertime. The most memorable time of year, the good and the bad. As grossologists, Abby, my older sis, and I have seen the same amount of both. Solving mysteries, fighting grime, saving lives, and observing weird things. But none as weird as what happened to Abby last winter.

It was snowing, and everyone was having fun. Abby and I were in the middle of a snowball fight when the director called.

"Agents, we have an emergency. Lance Boil is at it again!" he said.

"At what, sir?" I said.

"He's making a machine that causes incurable pinkeye!" he yelled.

"We'll get right on it, sir." Abby said

We found Lance and his machine atop Mt. Cow Pie.

"It's over Boil!" Abby said

"I had a feeling you two would be coming." Lance said with a smirk.

"Abby, you take care of Lance, and I'll take care of the machine." I said

"Time for a little action." Abby said.

I climbed on top of the machine and slowly cut the wires and disabled it. After I cut the final wire I heard an "OUCH" from below. It was Abby. Lance had poked her in the arm with something about the size of a dart. I jumped down to se if she was alright.

"You two may seem to be an unstoppable team, but that's about to change. Well, ta-ta." And with that he blew up a noxious gas bomb and disappeared. And then we were out like lights.

I awoke to the sound of purring, right next to my ear. I turned and saw a small orange tabby kitten.

"I wonder what you're doing up here," I thought to myself, "and in the cold?"

"Meow." said the kitten.

She was tugging at my pants as if she wanted me to follow her. I followed her and she started writing in the snow. T-Y, I-T-S M-E, A-B-B-Y, Ty, it's me, Abby!

"Abby?" I said in disbelief." What happened?"

"Meow, meow, meow?" was all that I heard.

I had to get her back to the G.A.G Lab, pronto. I picked her up and carried her to the GRS1.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" Abby was sneezing. It was probably because it was so cold and she didn't have a coat on. She jumped in to my lap, curled up, and started thinking. I could tell because her tail kept twitching back and forth. Back at the lab, I explained to Lab Rat what happened, and he ran an analysis on her fur, and found something strange. He said that her DNA had been exposed to mutagent chemicals. I thought back to the mission, and realized that Lance was behind it. He had poked Abby in the arm with a mutagent dart. Abby was listening to what we were saying and looked at Lab Rat with a pleading look that seemed to say, "I really hope you can come up with an antidote, and fast."

"Making an antidote could take a while. Lab Rat answered. Abby's ears drooped, almost like saying," Well, I guess I'll be stuck like this for a while."

"Look at the bright side, at least we have another animal companion to hang out with." he said, smirking. Abby's ears laid flat and she started hissing.

"Hey, sorry to breakup the love fest, but we've got to get home." I said before she stopped hissing. I stroked her back, and she finally stopped hissing and started purring again.

We made it home without blowing our cover, though we wouldn't have blown it anyways. We snuck in to my room and tried to sort this out.

"First things first, we need to find you something to eat." I told her. She looked at me, as if saying, "Please, don't make me eat cat food."

"It's the only thing you CAN eat." I replied.

"Oh, okay." she mewed.

"I've got a ball of yarn." I offered. She stared at me with a glaring look on her face that said, "Hardy Har Har."

"Fine, I'll be out getting supplies." I advised her. I left out of the room and tossed the ball back in. About thirty minutes later, I got back and set the stuff outside my room. I peeked into the room to see how she was doing, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Abby was actually playing with the ball of yarn. I watched as she batted the ball around the room and she seemed to be having a good time. I snuck in and surprisingly, she didn't even notice me. She played for what seemed like forever, that is, until she got tired. I started to chuckle. She perked up one ear up and turned to me. "What are you doing here?" her expression said.

"Watching you, and its adorable." I told her. She paused for a moment. "I wasn't playing with the ball of yarn." she shook her head.

"Then how come you have the loose end of the yarn tangled to your left hind paw?" I laughed. "Okay, so maybe I was playing a little bit." A sheepish grin came across her face.

"Are you hungry" I asked. "Uh-hu" she nodded her head.

"Eat up." I handed her the bowl of cat food. She gave me a disgusted look, as if to say, "Ugh, do I have to?" I nodded yes. She reluctantly took the first bite. It surprised me as well as Abby that she actually liked it. I decided to put all of the supplies away while she was preoccupied. She continued to eat until the bowl was empty. She yawned and jumped onto the window sill. I followed her and saw that it was getting late.

"Come on, its bed time." I yawned also. I turned around and saw Abby curling up on my pillow. I let her sleep there since she'd probably need something at any time during the night. "Good night Abby." I said.

"Meow." she said back.