Prologue
"Oh… he's adorable!" she cried, and reached for me, "Can I hold him?" Now I know what you're thinking; how the mighty have fallen, and you're absolutely right. I was once a man, not just any man, I was a king, the king of thieves. I had angered Ares, the god of war, by stealing a priceless statue from one of his temples. It was huge, with jewels for it's eyes and the whole thing was made of different colors of crystal. Black for his hair. Who wouldn't have went for a treasure like that? The guy clearly over reacted. But back to the story at hand; Anyway here I was trapped in the body of a black furred cat, and this girl, who looked to be about seventeen, was reaching for me. Now I did love being held by women, worshiped by them, but this girl was a little too young for the charms of the king of thieves. I struggled to get away, knowing that I'd only give this girl a broken heart. She took me from her mother's arms and held me close to her ample, luscious, beautiful…O.k. let's not get carried away… anyway this girl held me to her chest and scratched me behind the ears. I fought it back, I really did, it was the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, but as she scratched me behind the ears I began to purr and closed my eyes.
I heard her giggle, "Mom he's purring."
"I think he likes you."
I did like her… I couldn't very well dislike her with her giving my ears a good scratch.
"Can I keep him?"
"Well he is yours."
'Wait, just a cotton pickin' minute!' I had thought, 'I don't belong to anyone!'
I wanted to struggle, I wanted to yell out that I belonged to myself,
but I didn't want to frighten the young girl. Besides they would have probably thought that I was a possessed cat or a demon from Tartarus, and I knew what would happen then;
they'd drown me… probably…
So I did the only thing I could think of; I kept my mouth shut and decided to stay with the Castaway family… for a while at least.