(A/N: If anyone tried to download the song 'Hero' by Superchick, you have to download the redpill remix, not the original. I listened to the original and it sucks. It's like all happy and cheesey. You have to listen to the other one. Trust me. Okay, G2G.)
Reya smiled and held the kitten as she lowered herself so she was sitting crosslegged on the couch, and then set it down in her lap, petting it and scratching it behind its ears. Wonka sat in an arm chair across from her.
"Have you thought of any names?" asked Willy, looking at her.
"Cujo," she said, looking up. He laughed, knowing she was teasing, and shook his head.
"No, no. We can't go about naming it after a demonic creature from a horror book. Don't want to give it any ideas now do we"
"What's the difference? She doesn't understand any of that. We could read the book and she wouldn't understand that"
"Of course she would," said Wonka, gently plucking her from Reya's hands. "Just because it's a cat, doesn't mean it can't understand you as well as another human can. How do you think they know how to respond to their names when you call them? They talk back sometimes too. Don't give me that look, they really do. You just can't understand them if you hear it as a meow. If you try to understand you'll be able to hear what they're telling you. It's like when someone tries to drop you hints about something like what they're thinking, like you just did a few minutes ago with that face you made, telling me you think I'm crazy"
"Nothing wrong with being crazy," she said, reaching over and petting the kitten.
"Picking up the messages even a tiny kitten tries to send you with a simple meow, can sometimes be as important as picking up a signall someone might be trying to send you through looks or actions." Reya smiled and nodded.
"So you're still coming tomorrow night, right"
"Of course! I wouldn't think of missing it"
"Yeah, it's going to be... interesting. Hopefully I won't fall or anything"
"I'm sure you'll do fine"
"Tonight I'll have to watch my movie to get pumped up and ready to go"
"And what movie might that be?" he asked.
"The Nightmare Before Christmas. It's inspiring"
"I should have known," he muttered, laughing a little. "I love that movie too, but I don't quite find it inspiring"
"How can you not? That movie changed my life," she said, and started laughing, letting him know she was teasing. She glanced at her watch and sighed. "I have to go or my mom's gonna worry." He smiled and nodded. She stood up, giving the kitten one last pat, and started to walk away. "Take good care of Cujo," she said, smiling.
"We are NOT naming it that," he laughed and she shook her head.
"You know you like it," she called out as she walked away. He smiled and sighed, resting his his chin on his hand.
"Sometimes I worry about her," he muttered. The kitten mewed in response and he glanced down at it, smiling a little.
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(A/N: I need ideas for kitty names. Anyone in favor of Cujo vote yes, any other ideas... let me know. This chapter was dedicated to my kitty, who just turned 7. Happy Birthday, Eliot! R&R!
-Smeagol's (Am I so sane that you've just BLOWN your mind?) girl)
