The Chronicles of Alan Johns'son
Chapter Four
When I awoke next, I found myself lying on a rather comfy pillow in the corner of a rather messy room.
'What the heck happened here?' I wondered aloud. 'This place looks like a category 4 storm blew through.'
I tried to stand up on my feet, but I discovered I couldn't, so I decided to crawl around on all fours.
I was surveying this mixed wasteland of linens, eating utensils, textbooks, papers, miscellaneous electronic components, and tangled wires, when I saw part of it move. I quickly pounced on it, and attempted to injure this monstrous being of filth, when all of a sudden a moan came from under my feet- or were they paws now?- and a rather horrid aroma arose to fill my olfactory canal. I very nearly choked upon smelling this halitosis from hell. I quickly leapt off the mountain of garbage, and hid under the little blanket near my pillow, as if it could protect me from this odiferous monster.
As I watched the mound of trash move, I saw two arms extend from beneath it, and a loud yawn issued forth from under the swell of refuse.
"What time is it…? Am I late for Class?" A very groggy sounding Chris mumbled under his blanket of garbage.
'I dunno, but I'd be willing to bet that the maids are on strike.' I said, before hiding my face again.
"It's not that bad in here. I can at least move around without falling." Chris protested.
'Dude, I thought you were a freaking garbage monster. You REALLY need to clean. I don't wanna leave my pillow. This place scares me.' I shuddered and covered my face again. I meant every word of what I said. I was NOT gonna leave my pillow until I could at least see the floor.
"Well, I think it could use a little work. I got a few hours before classes start, so I'm gonna clean a bit, and then we can get some breakfast." Chris amended, to my infinite relief.
~~ An Hour and a Half later
"There we go. At least you can see the floor now." Chris panted.
I had to admit, he cleaned more expertly than a career janitor when put his mind to it. I cautiously ventured out onto the wood flooring, and once I was sure nothing was going to bite me, I padded my way over to Chris.
'Now, about what you said concerning breakfast…' I began, but Chris cut me off.
"Yeah, about that… I read up about hatchling Mew diets, and it turns out that they can eat soft berries right after Hatching, as long as they are cut up small enough. The kitchen always has berries, so that covers solid food. However, formula is going to be slightly problematic…" Chris trailed off, seeming to notice the clock.
"HOLY CRUD, I'M LATE!" Chris yelled, making me jump nearly 2 feet in the air, and I instinctively used my claws to cling to Chris's leg. It was a good thing I did, too, as he grabbed his bag and stuffed a few textbooks and his laptop into it, then began running down the hall like Speedy Gonzales with a sugar rush. After 2 rather uncomfortable minutes of bumping around on Chris's leg, I managed to climb up into his open backpack, and relax slightly. I took a deep breath, then yawned, curiously sleepy. Oh well, it's not as if I had much to do, anyway. I stretched, and curled up on top of a book titled 'The Intelligence of Mew', and began to doze off.