Chapter 3
Disclaimer: All canon characters belong to DreamWorks, not me. I own all of OCs that may or may not appear in the story.
Kitty awakes one morning to realize just how much planning she and Puss have to do in only a few short days. Puss has assured her that they can have their wedding in a week's time. Yet, neither has started plans for this very special day. With this in mind, Kitty wastes no time getting out of her soft, warm bed and quickly putting her boots on. She quietly walks over to Puss' bed and starts trying to wake him up. Yes, the two gatos are staying at the Poison Apple until their honeymoon which will lead to them buying their own house and settling down. Kitty's already planning their future life together.
"Puss, wake up," she gently says to her fiancé.
All Puss does is roll over in his sleep, a soft snore escaping his lips as he continues to dream.
"Puss, rise and shine," the tuxedo she-cat tries again, this time while shaking his shoulder.
The orange gato keeps on sleeping, not at all hearing his lover calling his name. Kitty rolls her eyes at this. Who knew her love, her hero, her Puss in Boots, would be so hard to wake up?
"Ay caramba," she murmurs before deciding to take drastic measures.
Kitty roughly nudges Puss in his ribs in order to wake him up. At least she hopes it will wake him up.
"¿Qué?" Puss asks, his emerald eyes slowly opening as he stretches his muscles out.
"Wake up, Ginger!" Kitty snaps, picking up his boots and tossing them on the bed.
"And good morning to you, too, Kitty. What's the hurry, mi corazón?" he smirks, pulling on his boots quickly.
"We have a wedding to plan, Puss. Now, rápido!" she responds.
"Well, Ms. Softpaws, if I didn't know any better, I would think you can't wait to claim me as your lover," Puss teases with a smile.
"Shut up, Mr. Frisky Two Times. Is it a crime to love you?" Kitty challenges.
"Of course not. And I love you, Kitty. Never forget that," Puss apologizes.
The two of them emerge from the Poison Apple after eating a light breakfast and a few rounds of leche. Almost as soon as they step on the cobblestone road, Kitty starts to panic about the task ahead of them.
"There's so much to do!" Kitty nearly shouts. "There's the caterer, the cake, the band, the guest list…." the she-cat rambles on and on, making Puss' head spin.
He does the only thing he can think of to silence her. Puss in Boots pulls Kitty Softpaws into his arms before pressing a kiss, long and slow, to her lips. This action catches Kitty off guard for just a few seconds. Then, she captures Puss' face in her paws and begins to kiss back. If there's anything that can change her train of thought, it's a kiss from Puss in Boots. When they finally pull apart, Kitty's blue eyes soften and she doesn't look as worried as she was not long ago.
"What were we talking about?" she asks as she looks into her lover's eyes.
"Works every time," Puss smirks, glad he put his fiancée's mind at rest, even if it's just for a few moments.
"You're very cocky. Do you know that?" Kitty teases with a light laugh.
"So I've been told," he chuckles as he grabs one of Kitty's paws in his own.
"I know what this is," Kitty remarks in an all-knowing tone.
"What what is?" Puss says, trying to play innocent.
"You're trying to distract me from the wedding planning. After all I told you we have to accomplish this week!"
"Then, I guess now would not be a good time to remind you we also have to get a dress and tux?"
The first place Kitty and Puss stop at is the bakery to pick out a cake. A bell jingles over the door as the two legends begin to walk in.
"After you, señorita," Puss says with a bow while holding the door open for his soon-to-be wife.
"Gracias, señor," Kitty smiles, a sparkle appearing in her eyes.
When both Puss and Kitty sit down at a table, the head baker appears, wiping his frosting-covered hands on a towel.
"Hello. What can I do for you two today?" the man asks, setting the towel down on a counter.
"We are looking for a cake for our wedding, señor," Puss in Boots explains to the man, a large grin on his face.
"Ah, a wedding. Well, congratulations on your engagement," the baker tells the two Spanish gatos with a smile.
"Thank you," Kitty and Puss respond in sync, happy with their new status as soon-to-be husband and wife.
"So, do you have any ideas as to what you want?"
"No, not really. Kitty, what were you thinking?" Puss inquires, turning to look at the tuxedo
she-cat.
"Something with chocolate would be good," Kitty suggests; her guilty pleasure so happens to be chocolate.
"Sí, mi amor. Chocolate sounds like a wonderful idea. With chocolate frosting on top?" Puss responds with a smile.
His guilty pleasure is also chocolate. It has been since he was a kitten all those years ago.
"Of course, Ginger. Who can pass up double chocolate?" the she-cat smirks, knowing she and Puss have similar tastes.
"No one. So, señor, can you make us this kind of cake?" the ginger tabby inquires, hoping the answer is positive.
"Of course. Just give me about two days and I will have it ready for you," the man states.
"Thank you for everything. We value your great services to make our wedding cake perfect," Kitty gratefully tells the baker.
"Adiós, Puss," Kitty whispers to Puss before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Be safe, mi reina," Puss responds with a smile.
"My queen? That's a new one," Kitty says, resting her head on Puss' chest.
"It suits you. Do you not like it? I can quit calling you that if you'd like, Kitty," Puss tells her while wrapping his paws around her waist.
"No, no, no. I like it," she assures, her face lighting up with a smile.
The truth is, she loves every nickname Puss gives her. He puts thoughts behind each endearment and changes the one he uses almost daily to keep things interesting.
"Good. I like it, too," the Spanish swordfighter grins down at the she-cat in his arms.
"Okay, I must leave you now. And, Puss?" Kitty starts to say, looking up at her fiancé.
"¿Sí, Kitty?"
"Don't even think about trying to follow me. It's bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her dress before the wedding."
"I understand. Don't come looking for me, either. My tuxedo will remain a secret as well. So, no peeking behind my back," Puss smirks, knowing very well how easily Kitty can sneak up on him.
Besides, he's the more likely of the two to try and catch a glimpse of the other's wedding attire.
"Cross my heart. Now, I really have to go. Fiona, Lillian, and Dragon are waiting for me," Kitty reminds, quickly pulling away where Puss cannot distract her.
Puss presses one of his paws to his lips before blowing Kitty an air kiss. Kitty just rolls her eyes before sending one back in his direction.
Kitty reaches the bridal shop before Puss even gets to the tuxedo shop. Fiona, Lillian, and Dragon are waiting for her inside. Well, to be completely accurate, Dragon sticks her head inside the door, as she is too big and tall to fit in the building.
"There she is!" Fiona happily says, walking over to the she-cat with a smile.
"We were starting to worry, dear," Lillian remarks, her regal air coming back as she talks.
"Well, you know how Puss is. He was reluctant to let me go out on my own," Kitty says with a laugh.
All the other women nod in response, understanding Puss' protective nature all too well by now.
"So, shall we get started picking out your dress?" Lillian suggests, remembering Kitty's tight schedule.
"We already have a few picked out we thought you might like," Fiona tells the bride-to-be.
Kitty looks at their selections, noticing that they have an assortment of reds, blues, greens, and whites.
"No green. Green makes me look fat," the black and white she-cat explains, pushing the green dresses away.
"But, Kitty, you love green," the three other women remark, Dragon's response in her language.
"I love green because it's the color of Puss' eyes. Green clothes do not mix well with me."
With that, Kitty goes into the changing room to try on the different variety of wedding dresses. She dismisses many of them at the start, leaving her with just two major options. After a few more minutes to decide and experiment, Kitty decides on one.
"What do we think?" Kitty asks, giving a twirl.
"You're going to take Puss' breath away," Fiona and Lillian assure.
"Then this is definitely the one," Kitty smiles happily.
Meanwhile, Puss has finally reached the tuxedo shop where Shrek, Donkey, and King Arthur are waiting for him.
"What took you so long?" Shrek questions in concern, thinking some evil prevented his friend's arrival.
"Yeah, we've been waiting for hours!" Donkey dramatically sighs.
"Donkey, it's been twenty minutes," Arthur remarks with a smirk.
"I had to make sure Kitty got there safely. Do you know how many countries and kingdoms want us? We're the best thieves around!" Puss answers as he gloats about his and Kitty's skills.
"Well, Artie and I picked out a few tuxes we thought you may like," Shrek tells the Spanish legend.
Puss in Boots looks over the three piles, each one a different color of tuxedo.
"Definitely not any in this pile, amigos," Puss instantly comments, pushing aside the tuxes Arthur picked out.
"What's wrong with grey?" King Arthur inquires as he takes them back to the racks he got them from.
"Grey makes me look fat," Puss softly reveals, burying his face in his hat.
"I swear, you are one of the pickiest fashion critics I know," Shrek groans as Puss in Boots continues trying on tuxedos in the two remaining colors.
"I take my image very seriously, Shrek. You don't get a reputation like mine overnight," the ginger tabby chuckles.
Eventually, Puss narrows down his selection to two choices. He wears the first one to remind his friend of the options.
"Not bad," Puss remarks, studying himself in the mirror.
"Not bad at all," Donkey agrees with his friend.
"It's even in my lucky color," Puss in Boots smiles.
"Oh, brother," Shrek mutters, rolling his eyes.
"Puss, clear one thing up for me. Why do you need a tux? You're a cat," Artie asks.
"Arthur, I'm a cat who wears boots. Besides, it's my wedding. I must look dashing," Puss responds, playfully rolling his emerald eyes.
When Puss sees Kitty again later that night, he feels like it's been a lifetime. The tuxedo she-cat is facing a table, her back to Puss in Boots. A plan forms in Puss' mind as he catches sight of his true love.
"Hola, beautiful señorita. May I buy you some leche?" he whispers in Kitty's ear, his whiskers tickling the side of her face.
"That depends who's asking, señor," Kitty responds, turning around with a smirk on her lips before wrapping her arms around Puss' neck.
Puss chuckles at her response prior to pressing a kiss to her lips. Kitty eagerly returns the kiss, blushing a bit as Puss moves one paw to cradle her head from behind.
"I missed you today, mi reina," Puss smiles when they end the kiss.
"I missed you, too, Ginger. How was tuxedo shopping?" Kitty asks.
"How anything is without you by my side, Kitty," he smoothly says.
"And how is that?"
"Boring and lonely."
"Not that I wouldn't love to hear about your day, but we do have a rehearsal dinner to run, Puss," Kitty softly reminds.
"Ah, yes. I think I've already picked a dance for our first dance as man and wife," he reveals to her, moving away from the table as he does so.
"Well, I'll be happy to join you in practicing it, but first we must decide on the food and place for the cake."
"I'll take you up on that deal later, mi amor. Count on it."
"Did I hear cake?" Donkey excitedly questions as Kitty walks over towards Shrek and Fiona.
"Yes, Kitty and I are getting a cake for our wedding," Puss responds.
"Well, you know, not everyone likes cake," Donkey "helpfully" supplies.
"I don't care what everyone else likes!" Puss shouts, his temper starting to flare up due to Donkey's suggestions. "It's my and Kitty's wedding."
"You know what everybody likes? Parfaits," Donkey deadpans. "Have you ever met a person and they say 'No, I don't like no parfait.'? Parfaits are delicious. They may be the best thing to eat on the whole planet," he rambles.
"Ay, yi, yi," Puss mutters, walking in the direction of Kitty.
"I believe I owe you a dance," Kitty smiles.
"Sí. So, shall we start our cha-cha?" Puss follows up, taking her paws in his.
"Take the lead, Puss," she instructs as he bows to her.
Puss instantly starts the dance in time with the music, letting out his passionate side once more as he does whenever Kitty is around. Their dance is similar to the first one they shared together all those years ago around the campfire. Halfway through their cha-cha, Puss twirls Kitty and begins to clap his hands while he watches his love as she continues to dance. His green eyes watch in fascination and love as Kitty twirls around with a smile. She moves her hips back and forth in rhythm with the song.
"You Spanish cats and your dances. It's all about shaking your butts, isn't it?" Donkey blurts out, not being able to control his outburst, just like usual.
"Hey, Donkey!" Kitty calls out, which makes the grey quadruped turn and face her. "He's even worse than I am," she reveals, pointing an accusing finger at Puss in Boots.
"What does that mean?" Shrek inquires, not knowing if he wants to find out that answer.
"I move my butt, too," Puss quietly explains, a light blush coming to his cheeks.
"That's not weird at all," Donkey mutters to Shrek.
"Hey! I'm Spanish, Donkey! We are very expressive in our dancing!" Puss defends himself.
With that, the ginger tabby takes Kitty into his arms and prepares to kiss her. That's when something pounces on Puss in Boots.
"Javi, get off of him!" Kitty demands, trying to separate the two.
"Kitty, what's going on?" Puss and the mysterious stranger question in unison before glaring at one another.
Author's Note: Uh, oh, a cliffhanger! Yes, I know, it's the first time that's happened in this story. It caught you off guard, didn't it? :) Well, that was Chapter 3; I hope everyone enjoyed. See, I told you I'd get one more chapter up before I have to start high school again for the second semester. Now, school starts back tomorrow, so updates may be less frequent depending on the amount of homework my teachers assign me. So, don't think it's a lack of inspiration on my part. Until then, my dear readers, and I'm so happy everyone's enjoying the story up to this point. Have a good week, everyone!
P.S. Yes, the parfait line was taken from the original Shrek movie. I couldn't resist. Oh, and the comment about butts came from a Puss in Boots interview I watched with Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek in it. They both admitted to dancing in the recording studio. I thought that would mean Puss and Kitty would do the same as their human counterparts. :) I hope everyone got a little laugh from that.