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Chapter Nine: Werewolves Hate Cats

I had to leave the next day, it was…a little hard.

Embry had left early that morning before my mom woke up, he came back just in time to see me off.

It wasn't like I was going very far, just to Seattle to visit my aunt I used to live with. But it felt like I was going halfway around the world without Embry.

We were making is seem like it would be months before we saw each other again, not hours, and it was annoying the hell out of my mom.

So. What.

We kissed one last time before I got in the car.

"I love you. See you when I get back."

"I'll be waiting." The words sounded like heaven in his voice, they gave me butterflies.

"Or maybe when we get to Seattle, she'll miss it so much she'll want to move back. I'm sure there wont be any tall, burly, native boys there stalking her."

Embry's face hardened as he clenched his jaw, and I heard a soft growl that she didn't catch. She always had something to say to him.

I grabbed his attention quick.

"5:00." He looked back to me, then spoke through his gritted teeth as he scowled at my mother.

"I'll see you at 5."

And I literally counted down to the second waiting for five to arrive, we got home around 4:45.

He rang the bell and my mom answered it, I was sitting on the couch watching t.v.

He came in and sat next to me after rolling his eyes at her. He hugged me tight, then immediately pulled back with a disgusted look on his face. It shocked me.

"Whoa!"

"What? What is it?"

"You smell like…(he scrunched his nose up at me)…cat."

I laughed. Of course my werewolf part-canine boyfriend would hate cats.

"It stinks." He continued as my mother walked in the room smiling.

"Her aunt has a cat named Cheryl. Embry, you don't like cats?" For some reason, she sounded hopeful.

He thought quick for a reply, still disgusted and partly distracted by the overwhelming smell.

"No uh…I'm…um…allergic."

My mom had an evil smile spread across her face, she reminded me of the Grinch before his heart grew 3 sizes bigger.

"Oh…that's a shame. I'm sorry to hear that." She walked into the kitchen. She definitely had something up her sleeve, but I ignored her.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, okay babe?"

"Okay." He gave me a quick peck on the lips making me laugh even harder.

Embry was something else.

We spent the rest of that day together, and he came back later that night.

He crawled into bed with me and wrinkled his nose.

"Still?" This shocked me again, I took a very good shower scrubbing so hard I turned red.

"You still kind of smell like it. Hold on."

He started rubbing his head against my chest and neck, making me laugh again. It sort of tickled but he was so warm, it felt good too.

"How much did you play with that stupid thing?"

"She stayed in my lap almost the whole time. She missed me."

"No I missed you."

He gave me a real kiss this time, feeling better.

"Now what exactly were you doing to me?" I asked smiling. I think I kind of had an idea.

"I was rubbing my scent on you. Now I can't smell the cat anymore." He said this with a straight face.

Yep. I was right.

I stared at him blankly and speechless with my jaw dropped for all of a quick minute, then laughed the hardest I've laughed today. I was only able to get one word out during my laughing fit to tease him.

"Werewolf!"

He started tickling me now, which did not help the situation. I saw him smiling though, so he knew it was funny.

"Hey you can't blame me. I don't like them, it goes against the grain. It's kind of hardwired into my brain."

We fell asleep holding each other that night, it felt like nothing could go wrong. Of course I kept teasing him, but he laughed too because my jokes were funny.

But what happened the next day was unforgivable.

I came home from school, and walked in the house not really paying attention. I tossed my bag on the chair and heard a hissing noise, and I immediately got scared. In the next second, something furry rubbed against my leg making me jump 5 feet into the air. I screamed and hopped on the couch, only to hear a loud screeching noise when I stepped on something else furry and long.

"MOM!!!!!"

She ran into the room to see what was the matter, and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Oh, I see you've met our new pets."

I looked around the room, there were five, count them five, cats looking at me. One of them scowling at me like he wanted to eat me.

"You. Bought. Five. Cats?" I asked through gritted teeth, this was going too far.

"Yes, and you'll love them. There's Tiger, Lion, Simbaa, Nala, and Boots is mine."

Of course the one she called Boots was the one that hated me. I stepped on his tail when I hopped on the couch.

I felt something fuzzy rubbing up against my leg again, and I tried to run from it. I didn't want to smell like cat when Embry got here tonight. But the darn thing chased me like it was a game.

"Oh, don't run from Simbaa, he likes you."

Yes for some strange reason, this monster had taken a liking to me.

I ran upstairs and in my room and tried to shut the door, but he followed me in there before I could lock it. He stayed by the door, just staring at me as I stared back at him.

This was bad, this was very bad, there was no way I could warn Embry because he would be on patrol until tonight. My mother was wrong for this. Dead wrong. She was downright evil.

I tilted my head to the other direction, and he mirrored my movement. Then he did the most peculiar thing I've ever witnessed.

He barked at me.

A cat that barks.

I laughed at this and he ran up into my lap, licking my face. A kitten that thought he was a puppy, wow.

I started to pet him, he wasn't that bad. After all, Lion King was one of my favorite movies.

My mother went to the extremes, she placed a cat at every entry into our home that night before we went to bed. She tried to put her demon in my room, but I told her I was not sleeping with that thing in my room all night. It would try to kill me while I was sleep.

I was beginning to suspect if she thought I was letting Embry in at night, and this confirmed that. No doubt she would sleep like a baby tonight thinking everything was alright.

I locked my door with Simbaa close on my heels, he was our compromise.

I laid down in the bed waiting for Embry to come, I tried to shower really good before I did. I wasn't trying to be impolite to Simbaa but he kept trying to lay on my chest. I would gently push him onto the covers, soon enough he got the message.

Around 2:01 I heard my cracked window sliding open. I immediately hopped up to stop him, but it was too late.

Simbaa had jumped off the bed and ran to the window to guard and protect me, barking at the window. He was so little it wasn't too loud, but I wasn't worried about his reaction.

Embry let out a low and ferocious growl at him before I could catch his attention. Surprisingly, Simbaa wasn't scared.

"Embry wait!"

He looked over at me confused and froze.

I ran and picked Simbaa up and locked him in my bathroom. He was scratching softly at the door.

Embry came in the room with his face twisted up at the smell that now overwhelmed my house, unable to form words. He was breathing fast, and he was shaking just slightly. No doubt he could hear the other cats in my house, and he wanted to rip them to shreds.

"Embry you have to calm down." I placed my hands on his face and this did the trick, he looked into my eyes and calmed down stabilizing his breathing.

"What is going on? When did the cat get here?"

"My mom bought 5 cats today."

"Ugh, she's so evil! Why would she do that?"

"Obviously she was hoping you wouldn't spend as much time here."

We got in my bed and he tried to rest his head on my chest, but after a second he got frustrated.

"Ugh, I can't help it." He started to rub against me again, leaving his scent. I laughed again, but this time he did not laugh with me.

"This isn't funny Kourtney. We have a serious problem on our hands here."

"Well I guess you'll just have to become a cat person. At least until I can get her to get rid of them."

He sighed and pouted like a little kid. I heard the scratching again, and felt guilt cloud my system. Poor Simbaa.

I got up and started to make my way towards my bathroom door.

"I'm sorry Embry. But I've got someone I want you to meet."

"Kourtney, what are you--"

Before he could finish his sentence I went in the bathroom. Simbaa ran to my feet and I picked him up, petting him to calm him down and apologize.

"Now listen, I need you to be nice. He loves me just as much as you do." Simbaa licked my hand, I took that as his okay.

I opened the door and Embry growled at him again, this time hopping soundlessly to the other side of my room against my wall.

"Embry!" Simbaa barked lightly at him, and Embry's lips pulled over his teeth.

"Embry just give him a chance. He's really nice. You might like him more than you think."

"I'm gonna kill him."

"You will not." I walked and sat on my bed, Embry was still keeping his distance.

"His name is Simbaa and he's just a kitten, Embry."

"So?" He relaxed his posture a bit.

"He thinks he's a dog." I smiled as Embry relaxed all the way, confused by this.

"Huh? That's why he was barking at me? I thought he was retarded or something." He was walking over to us now.

"Don't talk about Simbaa like that. He's the best guard dog ever, he was going to attack you to protect me."

"Oh so that's what it was," he sat next to us on the bed, then softly pet his head. "I like him already if he protects you."

Simbaa jumped into his lap and he tensed, till Simbaa started licking his face.

"Great." He said in a low flat voice, and I laughed.

We all got in the bed then, and Simbaa tried to lay on my chest again.

Embry pulled him off and replaced him with his head.

"Uh, no. That's my spot squirt." Simbaa whimpered, and settled for my stomach.

I laughed again. See, I knew cats and dogs could get along.