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I don't know how long I've known Drake, long I guess. My name's Tabis a one year old female silver tabby cat with dark brown stripes. A white muzzle and an 'M' marking on my forehead, showing I am indeed a tabby type. I'm a queen and live with my humans, the Carston's a nice family I guess. A regular family of four. Brigit the youngest at nine years old. Tomas at fourteen. There Mr. And Mrs. Carston too. But of course, their's good old Drake. The family's purebred Doberman. Yep, Doberman and you probably think I should be dead by now, huh? Well actually I'm quite alive and if it weren't for him then yes, I'd probably be dead.
Yes, your wondering what an innocent kitten would do to get herself almost killed herself while alone on the streets of London. Well, so I've been a bad kitten and picked a fight with a few Rottweiler so I've tried to out talk a few stray alley cats. I mean, I can't be perfect can I? If I can you give me an instruction manual? And yes, its true, curiosity did kill the cat. Unless you've got a huge, strong, fiercely loyal, loving and caring Doberman to take care of you.
Not freaked out yet? Wow, your braver than I thought. Well me and Drake were brought home at the exact same age. I was ten weeks, he was ten weeks. Naturally he was bigger, but being a puppy he didn't know the usual rules of the dog chase cat thing. And I didn't know the rules of the cat run away thing. So I guess you take two different species, put em together and you got yourself a strange, but okay pair o' friends. And that's exactly what we are. Best friends.
"Drake, come one, I won't get in trouble this time, I promise." I, Tabis the tabby yelled to the reluctant Doberman male. He snorted and watched me from his spot on our human's yard. He cocked his head and said.
"That's what you said three days ago after you almost got hit by that car, five days ago when you picked a fight with those strays, eight days ago when you decided to wander into an alley which I told you was strictly off limit to cats unless they wanted to be dog chow." He was reciting why he thought that it was safer we should stay here and be good. He was always worrying. Well at least I worried him.
I ran up to him and cocked my head. My big black eyes looking into his. I put my small paws on his big ones and stared at him. This usually worked. Me being cute. Its not like I could help it anyway. I then said in a cute voice. "Please?"
He sighed but stood, I smirked and bounded up beside him. He looked down at me and shook his head. A small smile spread across his muzzle. He nodded and said. "Come on you little annoying kit."
I sprinted after the large one year old who was almost as big as a full grown Doberman dog.
We made our way slowly down the darkened parts of the city. We stayed clear of most alleys, well he did and I did when I was with him. He walked slow so that I could catch up with him. Gosh he's fast. We walked for a long time. I could tell after a while that this was a new part of town undiscovered to us. I could tell looking into Drake's face he was worried. I still smiled though when he looked down at me. I couldn't seem worried. I wouldn't seem worried.
Soon I could smell the heavy scent of cats. A lot of cats that lived in one place. Suddenly Drake stopped, I bumped into his back leg. Falling onto my rump I shook my head and frowned.
"What's the hold up?" I asked wondering why he'd stopped.
He looked around then turned back to look at me. He sniffed the air then nudged me so I would get up. The whole time he said nothing to me. That was strange for him. Finally he spoke. "There are a lot of cats around here. At least a group coming this way."
I looked hard at him. I sniffed the air. I smelled nothing. Boy, I wish I had his nose. I just smiled and batted at his muzzle lightly. "You're a big Doberman, they wouldn't pick a fight with you."
He frowned and his eyes scrunched tight. I sighed. He wanted to leave. And this time he meant it. But I hadn't even gotten to take a look around. I suddenly plopped back down on my rump and yawned. Stretching and just slumping on the ground. I suddenly spoke in a quiet voice. "Oh, but I'm so tired. We'll have to stay for a bit."
But he just shrugged his shoulders and smirked. He could see through my little trick. He answered. "I'll just carry you."
He picked me up gently by the scruff of my neck like a mother would her kitten. And he did it, he started carrying me back the way he'd come from. I sighed. Well, I didn't have to work did I. So I just hung there and enjoyed the ride. That's when I tricked him. He thought I would ask him to put me down. I didn't. Drake started to run, and I bounced along as he ran. That was really uncomfortable and I don't think it was good for me.
Suddenly threw me up in the air. I thought he had suddenly gone crazy right there, but he was laughing. It wasn't a mean laugh. It was a jolly, I- got-you laugh. I did something between and scream and a laugh and it was pretty fun going into the air. Until I noticed I was falling. I didn't panic until I thought I would land on pavement. My eyes opened in terror and I looked around for something to grab. A random tree sticking out of no where was there. I grabbed out with my claws. Half expecting to fall to my doom. I looked up to see that I had indeed grabbed the tree. I was hanging there, and that wasn't the place I wanted to be. And there was Drake. Head cocked, looking curious at me.
"What're you doing?" He barked to me. He was standing right under me ad knowing that I couldn't even touch him didn't make me feel any better about it. I sighed, and frowned. I mean come on, that was a dumb question, especially for Drake. What are you doing? I'm hanging onto the tree for my life, that's what I'm doing.
"Hanging on my for my life, that's what." I shouted down to him. I tried to pull myself up, because now my arms where starting to get numb.
We were there for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. We completely forgot about anything else. Like that the many cats where nearby. For this might look bad to them. Most cats can't understand dog language and most dogs cat understand cat language. Well me and Drake, we're bilingual of course that's not the point. The point is that there were cats nearby. And to them it sounded like me shouting for help and Drake sitting beneath me, waiting for me to fall. The next few seconds went like a blur for me. All of a sudden there were four cats. I couldn't see much but I could here and got glimpses of things. From were I was, I could see a black and white figure, a silver and black figure, a orange and brown figure and a white, black and red figure. All of them male. I heard Drake trying to fend them off, and his whimpers as the cats clawed and bit at him. It was clear to me that he wasn't winning against the four toms.
"Drake! Drake!" I yelled at the top of my voice. But there was nothing else. I couldn't see him, but I couldn't see the other toms either. Had they killed Drake and run off? Had Drake ran off and they were waiting till I fell to attack me? I winced, right not just hoping that Drake would be okay. I heard voices from below, one was calling up to me.
"Just hold on, we'll get you down in a second."
I sighed and looked around. There was absolutely no way they could get me down. I could feel my grip loosening. Oh god, I was going to fall! And that was just it, I fell, and then just before it all went black.
"She alright Munkustrap?"
"I think so Alonzo lets get her back to the junkyard."
Then it went black, I heard nothing more of the strange toms' conversation. Did I even want to?
