Meow!
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm baaaack! I wrote this chapter last night with one of my grandmother's Siamese kittens, Ping, chasing my pencil. Then his brother, Nikki, jumped up and started eating my notebook. It was kind of distracting. But I talked to my boyfriend back home, who called from my house cos he's taking care of my eight cats and six kittens, and he said my very own Ayesha was eating his pants…oO. Yeah, kinda weird.
Reviews!
SimplyElymas: Heehee, thanks! He'll be here, but not for a few chapters. But he will be here, and I'm already thinking of Ayesha's opinions!
Silvermasque: Thanks for reviewing! Heehee, cloaks are fun. I have a perrty green one. It's shiny! Seriously:D
Gevaisa: Trust me, I am a cat person. Currently, I have eight cats, and my female Siamese, Cleo, just had kittens four weeks ago. Six of them. I'm keeping two, named Cata and Ayesha, and my grandma is taking one. I think she's named him either Haiku or Zen. Thanks for the review!
Awanderingchild: Christine the hamster? Are you serious? Thanks for reviewing.
Disclaimer: I have a shoe. The shoe is blue. I don't own Phantom, and neither do you!
Dear Diary,
Okay, so this guy isn't so bad…even if he does smell funny. He feeds me all the time, and what he feeds me tastes pretty good. I wonder what it is…
I heard the porpoise thing singing again. Mr. Smelly-dude wasn't paying attention to me (for once!) so I slinked (a perk of being feline and Siamese: slinking!) over to the lake and took a few sniffs. The singing continued, and the water smells weird. Kinda like the guy…Maybe his scent washed off into the water? Anyway, since I had no intention of getting wet, I pushed a pebble into the water, and the voice broke into a million tiny ones! Now I know what it is! It's not porpoise related at all! It's a colony of plankton-hybrids specially trained to sing in one harmony! Muahahahahaha! Sushi tonight!
Uhh, okay, I just found out what the mystery meat I had been eating is. Eeeeew, horse meat! Oh well. Damn horses! I will have my revenge for my tail! What, you thought all Siamese had natural kinks in their tails? Damn carriage wheels…
I think Mr. Lake-perfume has a few problems. Mainly being an identity crisis. He keeps calling me his "precious little lady." Uh, wasn't that some creepy deformed guy from that book with the short people with hairy feet? He also has possession issues. He won't let me out of his sight! You'd think he'd have something better to do than follow a kitten around all day, writing down every move she makes! And he has a facial insecurity. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT DAMN MASK? Maybe he's photosensitive…or has a bad case of acne…Must be acne, as I haven't seen the sun since he brought me here. Where are we? Underground or something? His eyes are pretty nifty, though. They're like a built-in nightlight.
Just found another issue. He has an obsession with death. It's not healthy. Come to find out, the coffin in the creepy room isn't just an interesting conversation piece. It's where that sicko sleeps! He made a little cat coffin for me to sleep in. I used it to sharpen my claws. And then ran away.
And now I'm off to reap revenge on all horse-kind.
Love,
"A" something or other…
Note to self: Find out name.
Me: Muahahahahha! I can't wait until Nadir comes in…and then Christine…And you know, at some point, Ayesha is going to get out and explore the Opera house…-evil grin-
Erik (popping up out of no where): Not if I can help it.
Me: O.O! –glomps and then faints-
Erik: -.-; Review, please.