Please don't kill me for the long delay. In short, writer's block sucks.
I don't own.
Misto twitched his tail in annoyance. He'd just gotten back from what his owners termed a 'vacation…' which, for a cat, consists of unnecessary socializing and the inability to reach the Junkyard, or his email. As a result, he had a huge build-up of emails from fan girls. He sighed, starting on the first one.
Dear Sparkles,
Is Macavity your dad? And who's your mate? Is all that glitter real?
Lots of (glittery) Love,
Ryin and Ellen
It was only a matter of time until it got into his personal life, but seriously? These questions were getting ridiculous.
Dear Ryin and Ellen.
First of all, thank you for asking together so I don't have to answer you separately.
For your first question, no, Macavity is not my father! We look nothing alike! Just because we can both shoot lightning out of our paws does not make us father and son! If you must know, he's a distant cousin by Old Deuteronomy. My aunt was Old D's third wife while Macavity's mother was his first wife.
As for my mate…well, I'm still just a kit by way of mating. But Jemima and I are both 'coming of age' at next year's Jellicle Ball. It's by no means an official thing like marriage…it's a bit more like the equivalent of your human 'first time…' if you get my drift.
Of course the glitter's real.
Please don't love me. Please
Misto.
I've never been one to brag, but one of the best things about me is my…well, my glitter. It's an outward sign of my magical abilities. But they've cost me a great deal of trouble too. Especially since the seemingly harmless 'glitter' is actually a small, electrically charged group of particles—sparks, if you will.
This in mind, I'd brought Jemima to this gorgeous lake for our first date. I'd intended a simple picnic on its shore, but she was feeling…playful.
"C'mon, Misty, don't be a baby!" She called from the middle of the lake, swimming idly. She'd never looked more beautiful, despite being soaked.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, Jem, sweetie." All the same, I edged closer to the lake's edge, to be closer to her. She swam back to the shore, acting like she wanted to give me a hug. We started an epic game—basically, keep away! It wasn't long though, before she had me trapped in a kiss.
"See…we can have fun while being wet, Misty…"
"Can you stop calling me that?"
"Only if you don't kill me for THIS!" With that, she shoved me into the lake. Out of instinct, I called upon my magic to arrest my fall. So, my fur started sparking and, well, water conducts electricity. The entire lake was electrified in a matter of seconds!
Why does everything end with me getting zapped with my own magic?