Hello! Here's chapter two of iMeow!
Disclaimer: I still do not own iCarly, but I do own Sam's little kitty body! :3
iMeow
Sam's P.O.V.
Yes! After over an hour of walking, I finally found a familiar sight; the Groovy Smoothie. Now I only had less than two blocks until I made it to Carly's apartment. I scampered past the Groovy Smoothie's open door, and then did a double take. There on the floor was a spilt smoothie. The strawberry chunks helped me identify it as a Strawberry Splat, my favorite flavor. I peeked around to make sure the coast was clear and smirked. Well, I think I smirked, but I'm not sure how that looks on a cat. I snuck into the smoothie joint and began lapping up the spilt smoothie. Mmm… so good. After skipping breakfast and dinner yesterday, nothing tasted better than that smoothie did at that moment. After my belly was (surprisingly) full, I felt sloshy and a teeny bit sleepy. I was about to curl up right on the spot for a little nap, when I was interrupted by a screaming T-Bo.
"Oh nuh-uh! No animals in my smoothie joint! This ain't no animal shelter!" He rushed towards me with a broom in hand. He batted at me and I hissed, feeling the fur on the back of my neck rise. I narrowly avoided his second swing and fled the restaurant with a final hiss. T-Bo followed me all the way to the door. "Yeah, that's right, you better run! And don't come back, or else I'm gonna be serving cat on a stick next week!"
I kept running until I got to an empty alley. I felt out of breath and super-duper tired. I settled in the corner of the alley. Maybe just a little nap… But as I was falling asleep, I was interrupted again. But this time, it wasn't T-Bo brandishing a broom. Nope, it was a huge, snarling Rottweiler. And he was glaring right at me. Oh shit-sticks. I made a feebly attempt of inching away from the dog, but his were locked onto me, following my each and every move. My heart pounded. Ack, how am I going to get out of here? I guess a little part of the human Sam Puckett was still in me, because I did something pretty brave and seriously stupid. I launched my tiny body at the dog's face. As I flew through the air, my claws extended and I slashed at the dog's maw. He let out a howl of pain and let his guard drop for a few seconds. I used those precious seconds to slip in between his legs and bolt out of the alley.
After a steps, I already heard the dog barking, right on my little kitty heels. I ran and ran, faster than I ever had in my life. I almost jumped in happiness when I saw Bushwell right around the corner. Oh thank you God, Buddha, Allah, or whoever the hell's up there! A person was just walking through the door, giving me the perfect opportunity to slip in behind him. Right as I reached the door, I turned my head back to face the dog one more time. Bad move; it slowed me down, almost to the point where I was clamped into the dog's jaws. I faced towards the apartment complex's door only to collide with someone's denim clad leg. I tumbled onto my back and closed my eyes, ready to get devoured by the dog attacker.
But instead of feeling the tearing of the dog's sharp teeth, I felt a strong arm scoop me up and take me inside the air-conditioned Bushwell lobby. I purred in relief and rubbed my head against my savior's shoulder. The guy smelled like an oddly familiar combination of cinnamon and mint. He smelled kinda… nice. I felt a rumble from his chest and knew he was chuckling.
"Good thing I got you out of trouble, huh, little cat? Let's take a look at you to see if that big bad dog did anything to hurt you."
My body tensed up as soon as I heard the guy's voice. No freakin' way. He wrapped his hands around my middle and lifted me in front of him, revealing his face. Goddamn. Freddie Benson, the last person I wanted to see in my current state. I hissed into his face. His eyes grew wide.
"Woah, little cat, did I hurt you or something? I'm sorry!" His eyes traveled along my body, checking for any injuries. My anger quickly turned into embarrassment. Freddie Benson, though he did not know it, was checking out my body. My naked, only covered in fur body. I squirmed around, trying to get out of his arms, but he only tightened his grip. He pulled me into the crook of his arm and stroked the top of my head. "Shh… it's okay little cat, you're okay now." His touch made me feel sleepy and all my anger and embarrassment was replaced with exhaustion. I forgot about everything around me, and with a soft purr, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
I opened my eyes and found myself somewhere other than my room. For a minute I forgot where I was. Then, it all came rushing back to me; the wish, the Groovy Smoothie, the scary dog, Freddie coming to my rescue… all because I was a cat. I looked down at my body, hoping that by some miracle, I had changed back into a human. I saw a small, furry, golden paw and knew that it hadn't happened. I mewed sadly and looked around the room. Galaxy Wars posters, picture of me, techy stuff all over the desk, picture of Carly… yep, I was definitely in Frednub's room. Wait a minute, a picture of me? My eyes shot back to the top shelf of his desk. Mhm, that was, in fact, a picture of me. I flung myself off his bed and onto his desk. I clambered to the top where my picture sat. It was a picture of me in the middle of a laugh, holding a turkey leg and wearing one of his Penny Tees. Sam Puckett wearing one of Freddie's T-shirts? It's not what you think, the rain had soaked through my white t-shirt that day, and Freddie was gentleman enough to let me use his. I remembered that day, but I didn't remember him taking that picture of me. I craned my neck to get a better look, when the bedroom door opened. In my surprise, I toppled over the edge of the top shelf. I braced myself for the impact of the ground, but was once again saved by a strong arm.
"Geez little cat, I thought you were going to plunge to your death there. Good thing I caught you!" He rubbed the top of my head with his knuckles and set me down on one of his pillows. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his belly, facing me. He rested his chin in his palm and looked at me thoughtfully. "So little cat, what do you want to do now?"
I want to go home! All that came out of my mouth was meows and purrs. I buried my face in my paws. It was so damn frustrating!
"Aw hey, what's the matter? Are you hungry or something? Do you want some food?"
My ears perked at the mention of food. My head snapped up in his direction. He laughed and got up from the bed.
"Let's go get you some food, little cat." He scooped me up in his arms once again and made our way into the kitchen.
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DEETRIXJAAY