(in my kitchen)
ME
(sitting on the counter talking to a friend on the phone)
. . . and I want to meet your friends too . . . awesome . . .
(Mistoffelees enters the kitchen, crosses his arms and glares at me)
ME
. . . uh, I think I need to go . . . yeah, I'll talk to you later . . . oh, when are we going to Chicago?
MISTO
Presto!
ME
. . . nevermind, See ya Friday . . . Bye
(hangs up the phone)
MISTO
Finally
ME
Thank you Mr. Considerate
MISTO
Don't give me lip! You've been avoiding this story!
ME
I have a case of writer's block.
MISTO
No!
ME
No?
MISTO
No! Not have, HAD! You HAD a case of writer's block. Past tense. You are over it now. You can get back in front of that computer and type summore of that story!
ME
Some and more are too words, not one.
MISTO
Don't lecture me on diction! Get in there!
ME
As you wish your Highness.
MISTO
(follows me into the living room)
Thank you.
VIC
(looks up from her seat on the sofa as I enter the room)
That had to have been the longest phone conversation ever!
ME
Oh man, not you too!
VIC
Hey, Misto's not the only one who is anxious to read what happens next in this story.
ME
Geez guys, it's not like I've posted it on or anything!
MISTO
Good thing too. If anyone still remembers who you are at that place, they're probably wondering if you're still alive being as you never update your stories!
ME
In which case I would apologize for the delay and would hope that my next chapter turns out at least a little on the greater side of satisfactory.
MISTO
I'll believe it when I see it.
ME
Fine! Watch me!
(I sit down at the computer, apologize for the long interval between the last chapter and this, and begin to type. . .)
dog people.
He had just narrowly escaped being flung across the room in a game of catch-the-cat which interestingly enough didn't involve catching as much as it seeing how far a small tuxedo could be hurled by a four foot human kitten. Honestly, didn't humans teach their kittens to respect those of superior intellect?
At least the human kittens hadn't discovered Victoria yet. He had taken special care to ensure that she was never caught in the same room as them. Sometimes it involved using himself as a decoy. Oh well. It was a necessary risk. She was growing quickly and had become quite mature for her age, but she was still his little sister and still a kitten in his eyes. He would much rather the children amuse themselves with "Oreo" than with "Daisy." How he hated that name!
Fortunately for him the human kittens had annoyed their parents so much with their noise that they had been banished from the house and were forced to play in the backyard until they were told otherwise. At last, the house was safe. He was now on his way to let his mother and sister know that the danger had gone. At least that was his intention until he passed the living room and overheard part of a disturbing conservation between the adult humans.
"You know it's time Charles."
"Yes, dear."
"She can't take care of herself anymore. She can barely walk."
"I know."
"And she can't stay with us. Not with you and I both working and the kids in school."
"I know, Julie. I know"
"We've visited the home several times. There is room for her there now. They will only hold the space for so long."
Mistoffelees sighed. He had heard several conversations like these before. That was, about Mrs. Rose going away. Nothing ever came of them. The human tom was far too attached to his mother to take her to any home. Any minute now he would change the subject.
"I've found a buyer for the house."
Bingo. Misto smirked to himself and continued on his way.
"Good, then it's settled. We'll take your mother to the home, take the cats to the shelter and finish the business with the house."
This caused the tuxedo to stop his tracks. What did they say about the cats and a shelter? He whirled around and continued to listen.
"Actually my sister would prefer that the mother stay at her house."
"And the kittens?"
"She doesn't have room for them."
Misto's eyes widened. The human queen sighed.
"We wouldn't have to worry about this if one of those families would have adopted them."
"I know."
"I'll bet that last family would've taken the white one if the black one weren't so nasty."
"Mother says he is just very protective over his sister. Always has been. Won't let any strangers touch her."
Darn right I won't! thought Mistoffelees, the hair standing up on his back.
"So tomorrow we'll call the shelter and have them pick up the kittens. Me and the kids will take the mother to your sister's. You can stay here with your mother and try to work out selling the house."
"Sounds like a plan."
Misto had heard enough, he turned on his heels and bolted away as fast as he could. He had to find his mother and sister. He would never let any human separate them. Never!