I do not own Shrek. I took me a while to get this chapter out since I didn't have any access to the internet. oh well, this is the last chapter. Stories with a million chapters give me a headache. Read and review and I'll love you forever!!
When Fiona opened her bedroom door to see scraps of toilet paper, the remains of a shredded dress she wore on alternate Tuesdays, and some foam padding ripped from her bed, she was more amused than annoyed.
Apparently, Artie had found out about his hand in the boy's sudden transformation into a cute little kitten and was taking out his resentment on his furniture.
Fiona tiptoed around the damage into her room where she was just in time to see Artie pounce on another roll of toilet paper that he'd batted down from its place on the bathroom shelf, and chase the unraveling white trail across the carpet.
Fiona cleared her throat and Artie froze, looking at her with wide eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds, Artie's ears twitching, and then Fiona crossed her arms over her chest and gave the kitten a stern look.
"I see you found a way to amuse yourself while I was gone," she drawled, nudging a shredded piece of couch with her high-heels.
Artie only licked his paws nonchalantly and begun to wash his face as if he'd done nothing wrong. In fact, after a few more combings over his ears, Artie calmly walked over to the bed and began shredding it again.
See? His satisfied purr seemed to suggest, I'm not even a bit ashamed of myself.
Fiona sighed and then leaned down to scoop Artie into her arms. Artie yowled at her and swiped a bit with his claws, but Fiona only avoided the swipes and placed Artie in his carrier, closing the door before he could escape.
Ignoring the pitiful mews, Fiona began the task of cleaning up her room. After everything was put away, and her bed was put back together with duct tape, Fiona went to lie down on her bed and catch up on her reading.
However, he kept on hearing Artie's cries from his carrier and the almost frantic pawing at the bars, and it was ruining her appreciation of her book. So Fiona let Artie out of his carrier and the kitten zoomed off to go sulk in a corner somewhere. Hopefully he would leave the curtains alone this time, Fiona thought, heading back to the bedroom and opening his book again.
A little while later, Artie poked his nose into Fiona's room. The red-haired princess didn't look up, although she stopped flicking pages. When Artie jumped up on the farthest corner of Fiona's bed, he put down the book and watched him test the softness of the mattress with his paws for a while.
Then Fiona put out a hand and let Artie sniff it warily. An apologetic lick landed on Fiona's finger and Fiona immediately turned his hand over and began to scratch behind Artie's ears. Artie gave a satisfied mwrr and started purring, and Fiona knew she was being manipulated beyond all comprehension.
But when the furry bundle curled up on her chest and went to sleep, she kind of thought it was worth it.
Well...you never do get to see if Artie ever turns back into a human, but ha! I'm to lazy to think of an ending so you guys will just have to use your imagination. Yeah..I know my stories suck, but I'm trying to improve. D
