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Summary, It May be cheesy but there is one, and it's on the first page.

Dedicated to: Once again, Kitty-Krazy04 for reviewing me again….You go girl! Keep up the reading!!!!

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Little Caramel's POV

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I Watched as Puss walked off into the dark, he seems So familiar, Maybe I did once know him, I shake my head, No…I never forget a face. but today earlier when he came into the Seamtress shop I was watching him from my hiding place on the top shelf in the right corner of the room. I had to jump down to get a closer look and as silent as I might be I made an ink bottle topple over on the desk as I jumped down, he turned and sheethed his sword.

I had looked him in the eyes trying to see if his face changed if he saw me, it did change but not by rememberence, with curiousty. my tail swished back and forth my nose twitched. My golden eyes looking into his green ones. "Little Caramel get off the desk!" my mistress scolded. I did what I was told but when I did I did not take my gaze away from Puss.

I stepped outside on the roof, and sat watching Puss leave with Princess Fiona. I continued on my own trying to catch mice and thinking why should I care about him, he might not even come back to the shop…oh was I ever wrong.

That night I could tell I was being stalked, I waited up on the Roof to be sure and looked down at the alley below me, everything was dark, not a sound. However I thought I saw something green, It disapeared though when My mistress came out with a bowl of fish for me, she called my english name: 'Little Caramel' of course I was hungry so I jumped down, knowing that my mistress couldn't know I was a Spellbound cat, I rubbed my back against her like I was thanking her.

In some way, I was thanking her, many people LOVE cats. She put the bowl down in front of me, I bent my head and started to eat. "Hurry and finish Little Caramel, I don't want you to spend the night out here again," she told me. Inside my head, I remembered that night when I took to long to finish my food and Mistress left me out here. It was a snowy december two years ago and a very cold one. I tried meowing to her, but I was still just a kitten then and my voice was fragile and not loud enough.

So I spent the night in the damp cold alley, I stayed in a crate that held an old worn blanket, I was lucky I had eaten and I also had fur, if I didn't I wouldn't have stayed warm enough under the worn blanket. but I survived until someone with a light spotted me, picked me up and knocked on the shop's door, it took a few minutes but Mistress did wake up and answer the door.

She was surprised to see me out, "Oh Little Caramel! I am sorry for leaving you out here in the cold!" she took me in her warm arms, thanked the man and put me in my comfy cat bed. I shook that thought away it's over and down with.

when Mistress went away I nibbled on then I heard "Little Caramel," in a sharp accent from away I continued to eat thinking it was in my head then I heard it again except louder, My eyes were shut as I was eating. I stopped, licked my lips from the taste of fish and slowly looked up opening my eyes.

I was staring into the lovely Green eyes again...No, I could not think that way, Love is a waste. to show I was not afraid of him I arched my back, my fur standing up and hissed at him I was trying to signal to him I want to eat in my peace. He adjusted his hat to the side and smirked. Not Yet Little Caramel, I want to know more about you, you remind me of someone,I can tell your like me." he was kind of right, he could speak, but he could stand I couldn't.

He must have been spellbound as well when he was a kitten, or born under the sign of a witch cat. I stopped hissing at him and sat down calming myself, My Beautiful Golden eyes looking into his un-blinking.

"Really? What makes you think I'm like you?" I asked finally speaking to him. he seemed amazed that I either could speak or had a spanish accent...Or it could have even been both. "You Speak?" he asked me. I wanted to say 'No I'm just a regular talking cat like you' but I didn't, I simply nodded "I Do, I may seem to be like you But I'm Not, I may Speak But I can't walk like you,"

I got up on my legs and started to walk towards him. I stopped about an inch infront of him and looked into his eyes. "What's your name?" I purred, "Puss" he replied, ahah! the famous cat that can handle a sword and can speak. "Hola" I said and jumped over him landing on a crate. I sat I decided to bring up the subject I was battling myself with earlier.

"You remind me of someone I once knew, where are you from?" I asked, Puss "I Originally Come from Spain Señorita, But I have lived in France for awhile" he tilted his head to the side, "I come from Spain as well, Madrid actually, Are you sure we haven't met before Puss?" I asked him. "I hardly remember anything from my past Little Caramel," he said.

He got me mad that time I jumped from the crate and glared into him, "Don't call me Little Caramel," I hissed. he looked confused "Why Señorita?" he asked, "It's your name sí?" I turned away from him and took a deep breath.

"It's what Señora Lola Calls me, But Originally I wasn't given that name, My Name is Carmelita, Señora Lola Calls me "Little Caramel" because that's what Carmelita means." I said replying to his question. "Little Caramel!" My Mistress Called to me, my ears perked up. "I must go, Adios Señor Puss in boots," I said to him and bounded inside. As I did I ran upstairs, while Mistress shut off the lights downstairs.

As he walked out of the alley he looked up at the window I watched him, then he took off running into the darkness. "We'll meet again Puss In Boots, you can count on it," I muttered under my breath.

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