(Read author's note in a British accent) Why hello, loves! DEETRIXJAAY here and I happily present you lot with a brand-new story of mine. I do hope you find it enjoyable! Okay on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show iCarly. But I do own Seddie. *slap* Okay, fine I don't own that either.
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Sam's P.O.V.
I threw my backpack onto my bed angrily. Today was the crappiest Friday I've ever had in my life. Okay, maybe not of my life, but it was pretty damn crappy. I was running late this morning so I had to skip breakfast. Gibby wasn't at school today, so I didn't have my personal punching bag. Carly failed to inform me that she was going to go up to Yakima for a few days, which left me with only Freddork for company over the weekend. I caught Eric, the guy I've been dating for a couple weeks, making out with fucking Rona Berger behind the bleachers. And to top it all off, upon coming home, I discovered that my mom ran off to a club for the night, leaving me with a hastily written note, an empty fridge, and no money to buy food.
I flopped down next to my backpack and buried my head into one of my pillows. I yelled into the pillow and then threw it at the wall, knocking the framed picture of Carly, Freddie, and me off its hook. It hit the ground with the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. "Fuck," I mumbled and I scrambled to pick up the broken frame. I picked up the frame and placed it on my small, cluttered desk. I carefully started picking up one of the bigger pieces of glass. Suddenly, something brushed past my leg and yowled loudly. I jerked my hand back, causing the glass to slice across the palm of my hand. "Holy shit!" I yelled, pressing the edge of my Penny Tee to the cut to stop the bleeding. I glared at the grey and black cat that had startled me. "Goddamnit, Frothy! Look what you made me do!" I huffed.
The cat scampered over to where I was crouched down on the floor and rubbed his head against the outside of my thigh. I tried fighting the urge to forgive my cat. If there was one weakness I possessed, it was Frothy, the little cat that I loved almost as much as I loved meat. I pulled my t-shirt off the cut; it had stopped bleeding. I stood up, scooping Frothy into my arms as I rose. I walked into my bathroom and rummaged through the mess until I finally found a band-aid. I stuck it onto the cut and strode back into my room. I snuggled onto my bed sheets, hugging Frothy's small warm body to my chest.
"Aw, Frothy baby, Mama can never stay mad at you," I cooed. Yeah, I know. Sam Puckett cooing? Like I said, Frothy's my weakness. He purred softly and curled up in my arms. "It must be easy to be a cat, huh, Frothers? All you do is nap and lounge around all day. That's my dream life. I wish -" I stopped and realized how stupid I sounded; talking to someone who wouldn't talk back. I dropped my voice to a whisper. "I wish I could be a cat sometimes…" A loud bang on my window jolted me out of my conversation with my cat. I gently set Frothy down on my pillow and walked over to see what hit my window. I opened it and stuck my head out, scanning the street for any drunken hoboes or gangly thugs that could've possibly thrown a rock or something. There was nobody in sight. I pursed my lips. What the hell was that then? A chilly breeze brushed past my window and sent a shiver down my spine. I shut the window and settled back into my bed next to Frothy. What a great way to end a perfectly crappy day. A wave of drowsiness suddenly passed over me and before I knew it, I was out like a light.
I was woken by a loud drunken yell. I slowly opened my eyes and caught sight of the clock. 7:00 AM, too early to be awake on a Saturday morning. I glared at the doorway, where my mom stood with an angry expression on her face. Her scowl deepened as she stepped through the doorway. I was about to shout at her to butt the fuck out of my room, but she started yelling.
"Is Sam running some goddamn f-ing cat zoo in my house? I barely gave her permission to keep that stupid rabid one, and now she has two?"
I looked at her in confusion. Two cats? What the hell is she talking about? She stomped towards the bed and glowered at me. I suddenly realized how big my mom looked. No, I wasn't saying she looked fat, just big, like she turned into some giant last night during her drunken escapade. Wait a minute, two… oh nuh-uh. No way…
I wish I could be a cat sometimes…
Holy crap! Before I could freak out, my mom grabbed me by the neck and started walking towards the front door. No mom! Wait it's me, Sam! Instead of words, a steady stream of meows and hisses flowed out of my mouth. My mom wrenched open the door and tossed me onto the lawn.
"And stay out of my house you gunky kitten!"
I scrambled to my feet – paws? – and trotted over to the side of the road where a puddle was sitting. I looked into my reflection in the water and staring back at me was…
A tiny golden-furred kitten. I jumped back in surprise and let out a stunned yowl. Holy fucking shit. This was so not happening! I peeked back into the water. Oh my God, it so was. My breathing became quick and shallow. I think I was hyperventilating. Holy mother, I was a FREAKIN' cat. I paced along the sidewalk trying to figure out a logical explanation for this.
What heavenly, supernatural, or whatever the fuck force could cause this to happen? I go to church. Okay, sometimes I do. Well fine, sometimes Freddie, who's a devout Christian, tells me about church. And I'm pretty sure God has never turned anybody into a cat before, so that rules out heavenly. That leaves supernatural. (I'm not counting whatever the fuck because, well, it just doesn't count!) But what could it be? I sighed and it just hit me that my mother had kicked me out of my own house. Well, that's happened tons of times before, just you know, I was HUMAN! I hissed (I guess that can be the cat version of cussing). Well, there was only one place I could go, Carly's. Maybe I could catch her before she and Spencer left to Yakima!
I was about to step out onto the street when a silver car went rushing by, nearly running me over. I let out an angry meow and cursed myself for being so stupid. I wasn't the indestructible Sam Puckett anymore, I was a tiny little kitten; I had to be careful. I looked both ways before crossing the street and set off in the direction of Bushwell Plaza.
Soooo, what'd you think? Is this a story worth pursuing? Would you keep reading it whenever I update? Please review, just please...
Oh, and by the way... for all of you guys who were looking forward to a iCarly story with all the Greek mythology chiz, that's coming up soon. Don't worry I got chu! [;
Mk, well that's all I gots to say right now. BYE!
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DEETRIXJAAY :B
