Chapter 1: Garet Kitty
"Mia, I know you wanted something new and exciting in your life, but I
don't think this really does it," Isaac pointed out.
"What, you don't like him?" Mia pouted.
"Well, he's great, he's just SHREDDING my FURNITURE," Isaac pointed at the
tiny kitten, which was currently using the leg of Isaac's favorite
reclining chair as a scratching post.
"Isn't that just sweet?" Mia cooed, picking up the kitten and placed him in
her lap. "My dear little Garet Kitty."
She had every reason in the world to call the kitten "Garet Kitty", because
that's precisely what it was. Kitties in Angora were different from kitties
in all of the other countries because they...well...looked like the people
of Angora. Garet Kitty, for instance, was brown, with spikey auburn hair
and big brown eyes. Mia had outfitted him with a green sweater, somehow
making him look more like Garet. Garet Kitty began purring, chewing on
Mia's fingers.
"Oh, you're so precious," she said in her "kitty" voice, scratching him
behind the ears. "Simply precious."
"Whatever," Isaac muttered. "But while you're staying at MY house you'll
keep him away from MY furniture."
"Oh, Isaac, don't you LOVE Garet Kitty?" she asked, looking at him for the
first time all day.
"No."
Mia picked up Garet Kitty agian, walked over to him, and deposited seven
ounces of furry energy into his lap. "That's because you haven't had a
chance to pet him yet! Go ahead, Isaac, pet him!"
"No!" Isaac tried to push Garet Kitty off of his lap, but the kitten had
anchored its claws into his pants. "Where did you get this thing from,
anyway?"
"Y'know, I really can't tell you that," Mia's face became thoughtful. "This
little old man came up to me on the street and told me that this is what I
had been looking for, and gave me a cat carrier with Garet Kitty inside."
"Odd," Isaac frowned. "I know a lot of the kitties in Angora look like
people, but I've never seen anything like this...It's almost creepy."
He attempted to push Garet Kitty away again. The kitten hissed and clawed
his hand.
"Isaac! You scared him!" Mia scooped up Garet Kitty and murmered comforting
words into his fur. She looked up at her friend, and evil look in her eye.
"How could you?"
"What did I do?!" Isaac asked, bewildered. He held up his hand, which was
bleeding. "Look what IT did to ME!"
"Oh, poor Garet Kitty," Mia said gently. "I won't let big, mean, scary
Isaac hurt you ever again."
"Oh, that's it!" Isaac stood up, glaring at his friend. "I'm going over to
Garet's house to find some sanity!"
"Mia, I know you wanted something new and exciting in your life, but I
don't think this really does it," Isaac pointed out.
"What, you don't like him?" Mia pouted.
"Well, he's great, he's just SHREDDING my FURNITURE," Isaac pointed at the
tiny kitten, which was currently using the leg of Isaac's favorite
reclining chair as a scratching post.
"Isn't that just sweet?" Mia cooed, picking up the kitten and placed him in
her lap. "My dear little Garet Kitty."
She had every reason in the world to call the kitten "Garet Kitty", because
that's precisely what it was. Kitties in Angora were different from kitties
in all of the other countries because they...well...looked like the people
of Angora. Garet Kitty, for instance, was brown, with spikey auburn hair
and big brown eyes. Mia had outfitted him with a green sweater, somehow
making him look more like Garet. Garet Kitty began purring, chewing on
Mia's fingers.
"Oh, you're so precious," she said in her "kitty" voice, scratching him
behind the ears. "Simply precious."
"Whatever," Isaac muttered. "But while you're staying at MY house you'll
keep him away from MY furniture."
"Oh, Isaac, don't you LOVE Garet Kitty?" she asked, looking at him for the
first time all day.
"No."
Mia picked up Garet Kitty agian, walked over to him, and deposited seven
ounces of furry energy into his lap. "That's because you haven't had a
chance to pet him yet! Go ahead, Isaac, pet him!"
"No!" Isaac tried to push Garet Kitty off of his lap, but the kitten had
anchored its claws into his pants. "Where did you get this thing from,
anyway?"
"Y'know, I really can't tell you that," Mia's face became thoughtful. "This
little old man came up to me on the street and told me that this is what I
had been looking for, and gave me a cat carrier with Garet Kitty inside."
"Odd," Isaac frowned. "I know a lot of the kitties in Angora look like
people, but I've never seen anything like this...It's almost creepy."
He attempted to push Garet Kitty away again. The kitten hissed and clawed
his hand.
"Isaac! You scared him!" Mia scooped up Garet Kitty and murmered comforting
words into his fur. She looked up at her friend, and evil look in her eye.
"How could you?"
"What did I do?!" Isaac asked, bewildered. He held up his hand, which was
bleeding. "Look what IT did to ME!"
"Oh, poor Garet Kitty," Mia said gently. "I won't let big, mean, scary
Isaac hurt you ever again."
"Oh, that's it!" Isaac stood up, glaring at his friend. "I'm going over to
Garet's house to find some sanity!"