Oak Leaf Ninja: Danny just can't catch a break, can he? And don't worry about it. We all get busy.
The Cutters Pain: Dani's not going to make an appearance, so definitely not her. As for Tucker, I haven't made up my mind yet.
greekghostgirl: Yep, Jazz too. Good thing Vlad couldn't get the cat to work right, or else Danny would have joined the litter.
Paulina lifted up the bed-skirt and grinned when she saw Snowflufferkins madly wagging his tail.
"Aw," she cooed, "Look at you! You're so happy!"
Just to sure her how happy he felt, Dan growled as she reached for him.
"I hear you purr!" she squeaked in a high voice.
Dan wasn't too sure if the girl was joking or not, but sadly, he suspected it was the latter. As Paulina held out her arms, he extended his claws and tried to scratch the idiot's arms. He wasn't successful.
"Now, now," she scolded, gently, lifting him up to eye level, "You be a good kitty, or Mama's going to have to put you in time-out."
"Oh, I'd love to see you try," the tom growled.
"That's good kitty!" Paulina cooed as Snowflufferkins made a strange purr, "Now, let's join Princess Pinkysparkles and Mr. Piddles, shall we?"
He continued his strange purring, twitching his tail back and forth ferociously. She stroked the cat as she walked him back into the room with his friends. She giggled when she saw Princess Pinkysparkles wag her black tail, making the exact same weird purr as Snowflufferkins. Mr. Piddles sat there, looking extremely exhausted. Paulina wondered what was wrong with him., but she didn't think too much about it though as she noticed something amiss.
"Princess Pinkysparkles!" she jokingly chided, "Where's your bonnet?"
The cat wagged her tail even harder as the human put the other cat down, watching him spring off under a table.
"Don't you worry, you cutie wittle kitty!" she said, petting the female, "I'll go fetch you another one!"
Sam glared at the shallow witch as she walked off, sighing when she was out of sight.
"Finally," she growled, "I thought she'd never leave."
"She'll be back soon enough," the tortoiseshell replied, sadly, "Too soon for my taste, really."
"Gee," Dan growled, sarcastically, "I wonder why."
"There's got to be a way out of here," Sam mewed, desperately, "You've been here longer than us. You know a way out, right?"
"You honestly think I know?" Mr. Piddles responded, "Your judgment must be severely impaired."
"I found it!" Paulina sang, coming back into the room as she waved a pink cloth in the air, "I found another bonnet!"
Sam stared in horror at the behemoth in front of her before she took off running, but the other girl was too quick for her.
"Now, now," she said as the cat squirmed in her arms, "I know you're excited, but you have to hold still."
Dan chortled to himself as Paulina forced the hideous, pink bonnet on poor Sam's head.
"Now, don't you feel left out, Snowflufferkins," Paulina remarked, tying the bonnet under the growling cat's chin, "I've got a pretty pink bow for you!"
Now it was sam's turn to laugh as Dan dodged the human's attempts to capture him. Mr. Piddles looked on wearily, shaking his head sympathetically.
"Poor sap," he sighed, watching the chaotic scene, "Doesn't know how hopeless his situation is."
"So," Sam replied, making room for Dan as he zoomed past her, "You don't know a way out."
"If I did," the other cat answered, "I wouldn't be here suffering this humiliation. I'd be back to my mistress by now."
"Your mistress?" Sam inquired, ignoring the black-and-white tom's yeowling as Paulina caught him, "You mean Paulina isn't your original owner. I mean, not owner, I'm not sure how you cats-"
"We call them our humans," Mr. Piddles replied, "Every cat knows that. unless of course, they're strays."
He looked at the female with curiosity as he said that last word, taking a quick glance at the hissing cat behind him as his captor tied on the ribbon.
"No," Sam shook her head, "We're not. We used to be human. I mean, I used to be human. He used to be a humanoid ghost until some golden cat statue turned us into cats."
"Golden cat statue?"
Sam didn't have time to reply. Paulina had come by to pick her up along with Mr. Piddles.
"Whew!" she sighed, carrying the cats to the blue stroller, "Your little friend was so excited about his new ribbon. Weren't you, Snowflufferkins?"
The cat responded with his strange purring as she deposited Princess Pinkysparkles and Mr. Piddles inside with him.
"Now," she said, pushing the stroller, "How about a nice walk outside, hm?"
"I'm going to kill that little bitch," Dan growled, trying to kick off his bow, "I swear I will."
"Good luck getting into her room at night," Mr. Piddles said, sadly, "If she's not sleeping over at someone's house, she's locking her door at night. Ra knows how many times I've tried to break into her room to just end this misery."
"Now, now, Snowflufferkins," Paulina scolded, making Dan's hair stand up on its end, "Don't ruin your nice bow! We want you to look nice for Aunty Star!"
"Oh, great," Sam growled, "If it's not that shallow witch, it's her sidekick."
"Star's actually not that all bad," Mr. Piddles replied, "At least she understands the difference between a purr and a growl."
"A genius," Dan growled.
"Now, my dear," the tortoiseshell turned to Sam, "You mentioned a golden cat?"
"Yeah," she replied, confused, "It turned Dan and me into cats."
"Did it have a ruby and a sapphire for eyes?" the other asked.
Dan stopped attacking his hair accessory and stared at Mr. Piddles.
"A ruby, yes," Sam replied, astonished the other knew, "But, I don't know about the sapphire. One of the eyes were missing."
"How do you know this?" Dan demanded from the tortoiseshell.
The other did not acknowledge him.
"How were you turned into cats?" he asked, "I mean, what were you doing before your transformations?"
"Well," Sam replied, glaring at Dan, "He was trying to murder my best friend."
"He deserved it," the tom growled.
"And I was chasing another best friend," she went on, "He ruined my History project, and I got mad at him. So I started chasing him."
"What the hell is going on with that statue?" Dan demanded.
Before Mr. Piddles could answer, Paulina started to sing cheerfully to her prisoners.
"We're here!" she said, as a blonde girl smiled at them.
"Aw!" Star cooed, "Princess Pinkysparkles looks so adorable in her bonnet!"
Sam growled at the girl as Dan twitched his tail again.
"How sweet!" Paulina cooed as her friend stepped a few paces back, "She's thanking you!"
"Uh," the other one said, uncertain, "Okay. Sure. Let's go with that."
Paulina unzipped the stroller and took out the embarrassed kitties, letting them romp around in the living-room.
"Now," Paulina sang, "You kitties behave while Mama and Auntie Star go and talk about how we're so much better than the losers at our school!"
"Did you see what that goth dweeb was wearing, today?" Star snorted, "I mean, come on! The goth scene is like, sooooo, not original."
"Tell me about it," Paulina answered as Sam growled, "And that techno-geek hit on me again today! Why doesn't he like, get a life, or marry his phone?"
The girls walked away, leaving the cats alone.
"Now, about that statue?" Dan said, turning back to Mr. Piddles.
"I may be wrong," the tortoiseshell answered, "Though from what you've told me, I highly doubt it. What you've just described to me sounds exactly like the idol my mistress created in order to protect the creatures of the world from their pursuers. I'm ninety-five percent certain that statue belongs to my mistress, Bastet!"
"Bastet?" Sam replied, "Isn't she an Egyptian goddess, or something like that?"
"Indeed she is," Mr. Piddles nodded, "The goddess of protection! She built that statue to protect the world from evil!"
"By turning evil into cats?" the other tom snorted.
"Why, yes as a matter of fact," Mr. Piddles replied, coldly, now knowing Dan's story, "You most certainly deserve punishment for your wickedness."
To this, Dan growled, glaring at the tortoiseshell.
"But as to you," the cat turned to Sam, ignoring the seething Dan, "I can't understand why you were transformed. Perhaps the idol mistook you for a wicked creature when you chased your friend."
"It can't tell the difference?" the black cat asked.
"Sadly, no," the other said, "My mistress was complaining about that unfortunate side-effect, but the good news it it's really easy to turn back into a human."
"How?" Dan asked, perking up his ears.
"Simple," the other feline replied, "All you have to do is perform a kind act in front of the statue and it turns you back to normal."
"That's it?" the kitty-ghost answered, taken aback, "That's all we have to do?"
"And you must mean the act," the former replied, glaring at Dan before wincing, "However, the bad news is you need the sapphire to turn you back, or it won't work."
"Which brings us back to square one," Sam sighed.
Mr. Piddles paid no attention, but looked at Dan curiously.
"You're a ghost, right?" he answered.
"Yes?" Dan answered, "Why?"
"Do you have any powers in your kitty form?"
"Why?" the tom demanded.
"Listen," the cat said, standing up, "If you help get us out of here, I'll help you search for the sapphire."
"Not like I've got a choice, do I?" Dan snarled, looking around the room, "Is there a ghost-shield nearby?"
"At Star's house?" Sam asked, sarcastically, "Even if she did, the girl can barely spell her name, let alone know how to work a ghost shield."
"Alright, then," the tom replied, grinning evilly, "Stand away from the wall."
Mr. Piddles and Sam ran from said wall as Dan started hacking and choking.
"What's he doing?" the tortoiseshell asked.
"Hairball," the black cat answered.
"At a time like this?" the other sounded irate.
He soon regretted his rashness as Dan shot the glowing ball out of his mouth and straight through the wall, creating an easy escape route.
"I take that back," Mr. Piddles apologized.
"Let's go!" the other tom yeowled, leading the escape party out through the house, "Why I didn't try that sooner, I've know idea."
"Doesn't matter," Sam panted after him, "Now let's find Danny!"
"The hell?" a familiar voice asked from above their heads.
The cats looked up and stared at Tucker as Tucker stared back at their new hair accessories.
"Sam?" he snickered, pushing a strand of his wig back from his face, "Is that you? What's with the bonnet?"
Dan and Sam glared at him as Mr. Piddles stared wide-eyed at Tucker's mini-skirt.
"Good Ra," he muttered, "This is so wrong."
I apologize if I'm wrong about the Egyptian mythology thing (which I'm most likely am), but I'm not changing the chapter because of it. Greek mythology is more of my forte.