Hello, I was planning on updating this tomorrow, but as of Friday April 11, 11:57 I have decided to post it now. And the fact I'm suffering from a sugar high due to giant rockets candy…yeah…here's the now official last chapter of Greed Cat.
Greed's Back!
"Are you sure it will work?"
"Yes! Hence why we are getting Amber to put it together."
Saria, Irene, and Martel are sitting on the couch, waiting for Amber to get the formula completed.
Greed, pacing back and forth in impatience, then meowed loudly in frustration.
"Calm down greedy kitty, Amber will get it done." Said Saria, as she picked up the cat and petted him.
Amber walked out of the kitchen, with a saucer of what looked like milk.
"Here, drink this and you should turn back."
Greed leaped onto the table where she set it down, and he practically lapped it down in less than one second.
Well, did it work? Greed thought.
5 minutes later and still no change.
"Hmm, maybe it takes a day to work." Dorchet speculated.
Well, Greed launched himself at Dorchet's face, kinda of like he did awhile ago. Hissing, spitting, and snarling with claws. It is obvious that Greed is not happy with Dorchets idea.
Next Day
The night before, Irene and Amber left to get some sleep before returning to the Devils Nest the next morning to try and find another way to turn Greed back.
Greed woke up from his spot on the couch, feeling stiffer than usual.
"Gawd, that's the last time I sleep here." He mumbled under his breath as Dorchet entered the room.
He looked at Greed, and then did a double take.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
"Boss! Your back!" Dorchet yelled and hugged Greed.
"HEY no hugging!"
Dorchets earlier exclamation caused Saria, who was making her way down stairs, to semi-fall down them and run to the door.
"I guess it did work after all."
Later that day, Irene came by with her cat Oliver. Oliver walked around, sniffed Greed's leg, and looked at him in a puzzled manner. Then almost like realization hit his little furry brain, Oliver jumped up and settled himself on Greed's lap.
"I brought him still thinking Greed was a cat, but I guess I can take him home." Irene was telling Saria.
"Guess not, he seems to of taken a liking to Greed."
"Strange, Oliver only seems to like you and me, guess not."
"And I thought Greed didn't like cats, what changed Greed?" Saria asked.
"Well, let's just say me and Oliver have reached an understanding." Greed said, petting the now purring cat on his lap.