Her Savior Hanna was nowhere to be found but she really wasn't worried about that. She knew he had a day job at the department store so she had all morning to keep herself entertained. She padded up to where the window was and stood on her hind legs to attempt to paw at it.
Too high she finally decided. She dropped back to all four feet and decided to find something to do. She stalked around the tiny apartment for an hour and then finally decided to place herself in her mortal enemy's clutches. She leapt from the floor to the back of the couch and finally settled there listening to "Spike" bang around in the kitchen. She lolled back and forth between sleep and awake when out of nowhere she thought about something. She rolled over exposing her soft underbelly to the sunlight.
Why was she here? She paused and pondered the question. It had come out of the blue and was a question she had been avoiding for days. Even thinking about the question had it's problems. She paused a moment to think about it. She had been here two weeks and hadn't even begun to think about where she was going. She wanted to leave, but she knew she couldn't. She had to find a family member to help her turn back first. She settled herself into place and felt the warm sun touching her belly. That day two weeks ago, This whole mess had started then.
She pictured it in her minds eye, the warm sunshine and the radio blaring. It was one of her favorite songs, "She-Wolf" By Shakira. She listened over and over to the song lapping up the power that dripped from the words. She loved that song which was why she guessed she remembered that the most. Her brothers were in the car with her. She remembered that as well. She had to have been working with them on something but what? She tried to remember but her brain was still foggy. She couldn't imagine much about the task that she and her siblings were fulfilling. In fact she was positive she couldn't even remember where. She thought and thought but nothing came to mind.
Out of nowhere a crash arose and she leapt off of the couch to investigate. She found herself nose to ankle with "Spike" and the Plate that he had dropped had shattered on the Floor. That made her sigh, poor Hanna had few plates as it is and now the two of them were down another one. She stopped as she remembered something. The sound of the glass hitting the floor had triggered a lapse. She had fallen out a window, and if Hanna found her in a dumpster, then she must have fallen out of that window into a dumpster. She remembered that she had had a ton of cuts and bruises on her body when Hanna had first brought her here. Most of them had healed by now but a few still lingered stubbornly. She couldn't remember why she had gone out the window or why her brothers had not come to get her, but a few things were clearer now.
She began cleaning herself to get her bearings. She was still fuzzy on a few of the details but at least she remembered the window. That was something. She felt "Spike" lift her up and away from the broken glass and set her on the counter. Things were quiet for a moment as the zombie swept the Broken pieces into a small pile and then tried his best to get them into the garbage can. After a few moments of unsuccessful attempts he seemed to give up and left them in a pile on the floor. He carried her to the couch and sat down with her on his lap. They sat there in silence for a few moments. The only sound being her soft purring.
"We have to get a dust pan" he said absent mindedly to the cat. He stroked her fur as he sat there watching seemingly nothing. She assumed his thoughts were on the apartment but after a moment he proved her wrong. "Do you think Hanna's alright?" He asked her as if she could answer back, and as a human she would have. As a cat however things were different and she was no closer to answering him than if she had been a peanut butter cookie. He must have smiled because she felt his petting change to a gentle scritching on her neck. She loved it when he did that and he only did that when he was smiling. She waited and listenend to the sounds the apartment made. It was so small and dingy that she would do anything to get out of here. She however owed herself to Hanna and until her debt was repaid she had to stay, no question about it. They sat in silence for what seemed like forever when she heard her familiar. *STOMP STOMP STOMP CRASH* in the hallway. Her savior had made it safely to the door and was even now attempting to rip it off It's hinges to get inside. She waited as he pushed the key towards the lock multiple times and missing each one. "He must be really excited about something" she heard the warm voice say above her.
The door flew open and Hanna entered carrying bags. he threw them on the table and pranced around to the two of them seated on the couch. "GUESS WHAT?" Hanna's blue eyes were sparkling and he was grinning like a mad man meaning he had found something spectacular to tell them. "Spike" turned his head to look at Hanna and Kat did the same her icy blue eyes watching Hanna bounce up and down on the cushion. Hanna stood up and stretched his arms wide. "WERE GOING ON A FIELD TRIP!" he yelled giggling hysterically. He reached down and plucked Kat from "Spike's" Lap and twirled her in the air.
"Where are we going?" was the Zombie's reply.
Hanna smiled down at him complacently. "Oh nowhere special were just going to take the kitty to go see WORTH! It'll be so much fun! I mean worth has to love cats right?!"
Kat and "Spike" both doubted very much that worth liked anything especially cats, however they owed it to hanna to make this look like a good idea and so both took it upon themselves to act contented with the fact. Kat began purring softly and well "Spike" could think of nothing better to do than to nod his head. After all Hanna may not be good at lying but he was quick to catch someone who was.
Hanna smiled so wide that both of them were skeptical. "We'll go to Worth's and then Connie's and then who knows maybe we'll go see Vess and Tori?" he giggled and held onto the cat. "COME ON LETS GO BEFORE WORTH LOCKS UP!" he left his unopenend bags on the table and ran out the door with the cat, orange eyed zombie fast on his heels.