Meow!
A/N: I just want to give a big thanks to all of my reviewers. This is already more successful than any of my other stories combined. Including the ones I had up here when I first joined. You wouldn't believe what I do when I check my email and see a bunch of new emails from ff.n. It's scary. Anyways, here's the chapter in which Ayesha learns what's under the mask! Wh00t!
Reviews! And there's a bunch this time. xD
MetalMyersJason: Ni!
SarahBelle: Christine won't be here for a couple chapters. So we just have to wait. And cats are fun to have conversations with! Trust me; with eight of them, I have experience in that department. xD
GAKDragonMCP: Thanks, and I will!
Ocean Queen Kai: Thanks!
SimplyElymas: lol! I used to be too lazy to sign in for reviews all the time. And thanks! The story loves you, too! Monty Python ROOLZ! Lmao!
Silvermasque: Now, now, no hurting or maiming. Or anything unspeakable in my story rating. Anytime my friends and I get asked who we are, depending on our moods, we say "We are the Knights who say NI!" And then usually ask for a shrubbery.
GerrysISUChick04: -hands you a silver plated fly swatter- Have fun! And are you serious that your name is Katie? I know too many Katies…Including myself! Icky, common name, if you ask me. But that's just my opinion.
Sugar Peaches: Thanks, I'm updating as soon as I can!
LoverofBalto: Not paying attention to things is one of my specialties! Thanks for reviewing.
angel of mystery: Thanks for the review.
Lonely Loony: Thanks for the reviews! And I know they loved each other. This fic is meant to be a humorous bashing of all characters from a cat's point of view. Trust me, a cat may be completely adoring of you one minute, and then the next be looking at you like you're something lower than scum.
And to all who found the LotR reference, you get cookies! –throws cookies to the reviewers- And the InuYasha reference was the bones and grave soil thang. I had it on the brain when I was writing. And sorry for all the Monty Python stuff. I watched it before I wrote the chapter. –shrug-
I don't know how this chapter will turn out, because I've gotten in a bunch of fights with my family today, which puts me in a bad mood, and I found a store that sells Jolt soda. Jolt soda is the best. If you don't know what it is, it's a cola with twice the caffeine of Mountain Dew, and if you don't know what Mountain Dew is, you live a sheltered life indeed.
A bunch of reviewers have been rather…irritated…at the continuing jokes about Erik smelling weird. It's based on something from a friend and me. We were watching the movie when we smelled something really horrid. I was like, "What's that smell?" She said, "Maybe it's Erik? I mean, the only water around him is green!" Me: "But he had a bathroom…" Friend: "Where do you think the water in the bathroom comes from?" Turns out the smell was some spray my neighbor was using to kill bugs in her yard. -.-;;
Disclaimer: Heehee, I own my own version of Ayesha (kinda) and her new rhinestone collar, cos we couldn't afford a diamond "precious!" And my lovely battery-shaped cans of Jolt. Nothing else, at this point in time…
Dear Diary,
Wow! What an interesting couple of days it's been since I last recorded anything. Note sarcasm.
Well, I haven't made any more attempts at a sushi dinner in the past three days because I'm sick of Mr. Odor-beater carrying me off every time I get near the water. Maybe he's hiding something other than his face…which I've never actually seen, and I've been here more than a week now. Creepy vain…creep.
I also think I found out what my name is. Well, I know how to spell it. But how to pronounce it is a different story. And since technically I'm a cat, I'm not supposed to know how to spell and such. Stupid stereotypes. I shall now write down my name. (At least I think it is!) A-Y-E-S-H-A. I think. And now that I have the name, I shall learn to pronounce it! Which, quite honestly, would be rather pointless, because I'm a cat and talking poses a bit of a problem for me. But, if a group of planktons can form a choir, why can't a cat talk? This is an outrage! I demand to see whoever is in charge. I'm taking this matter to the top! I'll…oh…wait...it's supper time. I'll be back later…
Okay. I'm back. Couldn't miss out on food! Or sparklie things…Sadly, I haven't seen my shiny since I ran off with it that day. I don't think he trusts me after that. Stupid smelly man. I SHALL HAVE MY SHININESS! Shiny…shiny…I SEE A SHINY! Wait…that's Mr. Stinks-a-bunch's mask. And…he's sleeping…I didn't know he slept…or ate…I'm not even sure he blinks. Hmmm…I've been here over a week, and he hasn't slept at all in that time. So, he must be sleeping rather soundly…I'm sure he wouldn't notice if I took the sparkliness that is his mask…I'll be right back, after the sparklie is hidden securely……
Well…that was interesting…Um…took sparklie…Narrowly missed becoming a wallet…Indeed, there is a reason for the mask…Not acne, either…Uh…I feel really bad about some of my older entries…I take back anything I said about the mask, his looks, and…nope, that's it. Just because he really is a deformed man without a nose, he still smells weird. Maybe the living shrimp scampi in the lake is the reason for this? If only I could get a hold of them for a lovely supper (which, given the fact of how many voices there, I could probably eat sushi for weeks), maybe the water would refresh itself and he wouldn't smell so bad…Or maybe I could get him a gift of some nice smelling bath wash…But where can I get it?
Off to ponder how to get my fish dinner, where to get some soap for Mr. Odor-cloud, and how to pronounce my name…And where to get a sparklie of my own that isn't locked up. The lack of a sparklie I can look at at anytime depresses me more than anything…
Love,
Ayesha (however you pronounce it) the kitten lacking in sparklies.
Me: This was a long chapter, but most of it was author notes.
Erik (munching on chocolate ice cream): Why did she steal my mask?
Me: Because it was sparklie!
Erik: …No it's not…
Me: It is now! Hey…Where'd you get that ice cream?
Erik: Um…What ice cream?
Me: The ice cream you're eating…
Erik: Um…It isn't ice cream…
Me: It's not? What is it then?
Erik: Um…horse meat?
Me: Ewwwww…I thought you didn't eat that.
Erik: I do now?
Me: Um...okay…Please review!
Erik: -.-;