Chapter 6: A Fresh Start
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DWF: Still skeptical about the CATS not being able to get out of the house? Well, we can't let my cat, Jinx, out because he is sick and if he is around other cats, they get sick. Now, I have a story that a new character will tell about the Family's trauma to letting animals go outside the house.
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Here is the next Chapter, enjoy!
The two young Queens struggled in the strong grip of the man and woman, but to no avail. Jemima desperately clawed the man's arm, but he wouldn't let go. She hissed and sputtered, but nothing happened. She turned to Victoria and gave her a look as if saying now what? Victoria looked back at her best friend, and gave a little shrug. The couple continued walking, and soon they stopped at a medium-sized Victorian styled house. It was completely white, with a deep red trim, and a turret to the front left side. A wrap around porch included a lover's swing, a wicker couch, a wicker chair, and a small coffee table. A hanging potted plant burst out of its pot, and was dangling right above a country door way, with a top door which has a window and a bottom. An iron gate opened to a garden out behind the house, with flowers, fruits, trees, and vegetables.
"Welcome, kitties, to your new home!" Emily, the woman, said, tickling struggling Victoria, who suddenly stopped, and stared at the woman, trying intimidating her, but for a cat with her looks, it was not working very well.
Jemima and Victoria knew the English-human language, for Old Deuteronomy and Jennyanydots thought it might be helpful when they had gotten a family when they were good and ready. Jemima had a hard time understanding sometimes the odd sounds of the words, but she understood most of Emily's words. She stopped struggling and had the man, David, take her up to the house, to the door. She tired to make one last leap, before David caught her and held Jemima even tighter. He opened the door with a ring of keys, picking the right one and unlocking the door.
The four found themselves in a completely white room. With white wood floors, white desk with white roses in a glass vase, white carpeted stairs, white walls, and a white welcome mat where the man and woman stood. Jemima felt so very out-of place, she yowled. David quieted her by stroking her head, which calmed her down. Maybe this place won't be all bad… Maybe we can live here for a while, Jemima thought closing her eyes. The couple took the cats up the white stairs to a hallway. It was polished wood, having a cozy affect. There were 5 rooms, 2 to the right, 2 to the left, and one right down the center. The polished wood floors were waxed and giving off an aroma of lemony freshness from the wax. The walls were wood paneling with red dragon accents, and a large red armchair faced out, looking through a window of the outside garden. Soft Violin music played somewhere, making Jemima lull into a sleep, but she snapped awake when David opened the second door to the right. He set Jemima down carefully next to Victoria, then walking out of the room, smiling and holding hands with Emily.
"Everlasting Cat! This is-wow!" Victoria uttered. She was right, the room was amazing. It was large, and (too much distain of Jemima.) pink all around. A large four poster bed with pink covers folded over like waves on the ocean, and the curtains pulled. A small sun bed lay in the turreted window, which casted bright sunshine through the whole room. A large bookshelf and a violin stood next to them, and a wall-screen television was opposite of the bed. A fluffy pink pillow laid at the foot of the bed, and a pink-wind up toy mouse next to the pillow. On the bedside table was a vase of pink roses, a book, and a lamp. A mountain of stuffed animals lay in the corner, looking comfy and inviting.
"This is… Nice?" Jemima said, happily with confusion. While Victoria lied on the pink pillow, Jemima leaped onto the sun bed and stretched. She thought of Macavity, his frightening appearance, and how he scared all the cats in the alley away. How Demeter ran away. Jemima wondered if Demeter got back to the tribe safely, or if Macavity had caught up with her and…
"Shut it, me!" Jemima whispered furiously, then noticing that she still wore the silver pendant Rumpleteazer gave to her. Why did Teazer give it to her in the first place? Of course, Jemima was snapped back to the present with a shout of a gruff, masculine voice.
"Oi! Get off my pillow!" A large, fluffy, Persian cat hissed, while padding in. His eyes were a watery blue, and he wore a faux diamond collar. His face was squashed in, making it almost unpleasant to look at him. Victoria rushed off the bed and watched the Persian jump on it, and prodded it with his paws.
"Now, tell me who you are, and where are you from?" The fluffy cat hissed.
"I am Jemima, and that is Victoria. We come from the Jellicle Junkyard, in peace. We want no harm." Jemima, ever the peace-maker, said hopefully.
"Jellicles?" The new cat said, with distain. "I haven't heard that name in a while. I should have known."
"Now, if you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" Victoria asked, quietly.
"Well, my name is Fluffapock, but most folk her call me Fluffy." The cat said, disgruntled.
Jemima smiled sweetly. "That's a lovely name. Definitely one of a cat."
Before Fluffy could answer, a girl bounded into the room with golden fur that curled down to her waist, crystal grey eyes, and skin like milk and honey. Her smile was white, but she had so much lip gloss, she seemed to have pink slugs on her face, opening and closing to her chitterlings.
She ran over to the bed, and started to hug the kittens, with much strength, then started to babble. "Hi, kitties! I am Kathlyn, and I am 7 years old. Mummy said I had TWO new kittens to keep Fluffy Company. You have met Fluffy I bet, and isn't he a grouch. I love kitties and horsies and painting, and music! I play the violin, and I have a big sister, who isn't really my sister. My favorite color is pink, and when I grow up I wanna be the little mermaid. Oh, and I have to name you!"
To the kittens, Kathlyn's little speech was like a humming-bird's wing, tittering and lightning speed. She picked up Victoria and looked at her for a good twenty minutes. She smiled and yelled. "VOILET! That is your name!"
She looked at Jemima, carelessly, like she was a dirty homeless man on the streets. Kathlyn said, with little emotion. "Margret is your name."
She skipped out of the room, hearing her mother's voice calling her down. Jemima blinked with confusion. Again, she was second best to Victoria, the only white kitten. She sighed and lied on the sun bed, where sleep quickly found her.
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