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Chapter 2: Cat

The pounding sounds of morning poured within the open window of a small house lying on thirty acres of land. The heir to this land slowly began to awaken at the annoying sound of the ever-so-clever rooster that had a habit of jumping through her window and crowing. This, as her mother had told her, was like any typical morning in the Americas. But today was a different day. Unknown to the annoying rooster that she had named Crow due this morning routine, she had set up a new trap to stall his babbling beak.
Slowly moving to her position, her "monkey toes" grabbing the rope beneath the covers, and her now wide left eye watched Crow make his way closer to her bed. But before she could pull the rope that set off a small cage hanging right above the rooster, there was a loud scream.
"CAT!", screamed a voice.
The heir, Cat which her mother and friends always called her from her full name Catherine Revue, got up from the bed while Crow began his annoying call.
'Why couldn't I just get a dog?' Cat thought to herself as she readied herself for breakfast. Today was going to be a long day of hard labor on her thirty acre yard of farmland. Work never seemed to be done by the end of the day here in the Americas. Claire, Cat's mother, told Cat at a young age of how she was born in Paris but because Claire's parents had died in the Opera Populaire accident, Claire had no choice but to move with Cat to the Americas.
Crow suddenly began to squeak and flutter wildly out of Cat's window. Cat jumped and turned to look at her bedroom door where she saw Fat Hampton, her mother's cat.
"Thank you Fat Hampton. I guess he was bothering you too," Cat said to the oversized gray cat. Fat Hampton has lived with them for over five years now, her mother found him near her work at the wheat factory. Cat got along with him every now and again but ever since his stomach began to gain more then normal cats, days have been rather slow.
"HURRY UP GIRL!" , yelled Cat's mother from down the stairs. This two-story house was rather small compared to their neighbors' ten-story mansions. And yet, it served its purpose well, raising two single women upon a vast land of cows, horses, sheep, pigs, chickens, and one annoying rooster.
Although being born in Paris, Cat found the Americas to be a world of invention and imagination. She always found herself completely fascinated with the ever growing spread of technology.
And yet, Cat found herself drawn into the world of imagination and dreams more then scientific beliefs. At times when she would be horse back riding on Starbuck, their mustang, she felt as if she were flying away back to Paris, into an adventure.
When school was back in session, Cat removed herself away from her own "created" dimension and back to the facts of everyday life. But when spring or summer returned, Cat was flying all over again with her dark chestnut curls floating in the wind, her eyelids slightly shut over her beautiful dark eyes, and the wind fleeting across the surface of her pale skin. It was no wonder Cat was called the "Night Child". And except for the staying up late, weird dreams of unfamiliar women, and advance experience in all departments of art and music, Cat was a regular young American.