Haughty and Disaffected Like All of Its Kin
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Even Malky…
Author's Note: This story has become much easier to write now that I've established a personality for Malky. I've come to the conclusion that most cats have the personality of Stewie Griffin from Family Guy…
Chapter 3
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I lay on the bedroll, becoming irritated as Elphaba threw various items down upon me, deciding that they were not what she wanted to wear today. She never behaved like this. Usual procedure for dressing was reaching randomly into the trunk, and donning whatever was pulled out. Another dress was thrown on top of me, and I hissed, slicing through the fabric as I extricated myself.
"Malky!"
What?!
"You ruined it."
She snatched the chopped dress, and tried to hit me with it. I parried effectively by jumping onto the counter. I scurried along, as she kept trying to swat at me, to somehow impress that I'd been a bad kitty. I didn't seen anything that I'd done wrong. Mere self defense.
A clock outside the window began to chime six o'clock.
"Shit."
She grabbed a blue dress from the pile on the floor, and quickly put it on. Scowling at the rest of the clothing, she kicked it into a pile in the corner. I decided that to get back at her for flailing out at me, I'd go roll around in it, and get it nice and furry for the next time she wore it.
"Malky…Malky…" she actually had the nerve to call me.
I stared blankly at her.
"Oh! I don't have time for this. I'm already late. You can eat later."
What?! But before I could protest more vocally she was out the door, no explanation given. If she was going out, why did she care what she looked like? I had assumed that Fiyero was coming over, given all her fuss. I wandered by my bowl, lapping up a bit of milk, before trotting over to the pile of clean clothes in the corner to take a nap.
I awoke to a knock at the door. Groggily, I stretched, and clawed the clothing a bit. Good, lots of shedding. Knock. As I began to meander over to the door, it opened, slowly, and Fiyero peeked in.
"Elphie?" He looked around. "I guess I'm early."
He walked over to the counter. In his right hand was a bag from the market. He placed it on the surface, and extracted it contents: a new bottle of milk, a bowl of rice, and a carton of cooked vegetables. I lept up beside the additions and sniffed. This smelt even better than what Elphaba had cooked the week before.
Fiyero reached out to pet me, then pulled away, bending to retrieve my dish.
This man is a God.
He poured fresh milk into one bowl, then filled the other with the contents of another bowl I had not seen. Tuna fish!!! I had not had tuna in a very long time. He left the bowl on the counter and I quickly demolished the contents. To show my adoration, I rubbed my head against his side, as he leaned against the counter, staring blankly at the door. He pet me, then picked me up, and carried me over to the sofa, settling me on his lap.
And there we sat, for perhaps a half hour, until Elphaba came thundering up the stairs out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late. I got held up doing something."
"That's okay," Fiyero gushed, and proceeded to remove me from his lap, to stand up and walk over to Elphie.
They fed themselves, scooping from the bowls he'd brought. They didn't bother to sit down, but rather remained standing at the counter. I sat atop the sofa. When they were done, they came and sat with me, though they didn't really pay me any attention. But neither was I paying them much. After such a large, delicious meal, I found myself nodding off.
When I came to again, they were talking about woman named Sarima, who was apparently Fiyero's wife. I was quite surprised that he had a wife, though neither Elphaba nor Fiyero seemed vexed by it. He didn't strike me as one who cared much for his wife, given the interest he seemed to have taken in my mistress. He was wearing a white shirt today, with a wide V neck, proudly displaying his mesmerizing blue diamonds, which continued down his chest. Everytime I'd look over, I caught Elphaba sneaking a look at them.
I was snapped out of my pondering by Elphaba bolting upright, grabbing a blanket from the bed, and crossing to the counter, holding it to her eyes.
"Damn, tears, they burn like fire," she cursed.
I scurried over to the counter, and at the same time, Fiyero walked over to her, trying to calm her. The blanket hung between them.
Then the most peculiar thing happened. She dropped the blanket, and spinning around, pinned him against the wall, in an intense embrace. His arms flew up around her waist, and he returned the advance. I turned quickly from the action, and lept upon the windowsill. Voyeur I am not. Nosy yes, but there are something I'd rather not see. It's bad enough to listen to.
They made love for some time, before finally settling into a slumber on the bed roll. I trotted over to them. My mistress was nearly covered entirely by the blanket and Fiyero's arm. He, however, was not nearly as covered, and I learned quite by accident that his entire backside is speckled with the blue diamonds. I jumped over them, and nuzzled under the blanket beside Elphaba.
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