'Jack & Jessie'

Chapter 1: 'Small Kittens in a Small Town'

I have tried to make friends in the past. Honestly, it's tough because I have yet to find a kitten just like me. Here I am living in a mansion by myself. My grandparents felt that this mansion would be in better care in my paws rather than my mother's. Could you imagine that? The son is chosen over a mother in terms of maturity basis? It is what it is

My name is Jessie. Jessie Clawton. I have brown hair and brown eyes with pale fur. I used to get made fun of a lot because of my small size and the fact I don't have a tail as I am a Manx. Still, I developed a different attitude towards those that taunt me. You don't like the fact I'm short? That's okay. If you think I'm cute well then that's totally fine too.

If you're curious about my size, that's cool. I'm 4ft tall and 60lbs. With my small size, I have been able to find work, and find a love my favorite sport: diving. When it comes to work, I'm not shy about nudity as the small town I live in is a hotbed for artists. I'm not surprised with the views of the mountains and downtown being by the bay. It's nice here

'Just another day'

My services are often called on to be a model for sketches, paintings, and sculptures. It pays well, and I thought I might as well do something rather than bathe in my family's wealth all day. So I wanted to do my part, and add more to it in my own special way. On the funny side, I like wearing speedos and I know what is behind me even if it is petite.

This was the day I met him for the first time. It appeared the mansion just the road a ways had just been sold, and someone new was moving in. The thing was I noticed the kitten, but I didn't see any parents around. It didn't take long for him to notice me. He is a redhead, but I have never seen a face that freckled before. It's like he wears a mask

'Wow...' I thought in awe

He has a little pink nose like me, and expressive blue eyes to my brown eyes. I saw that his freckles covered his arms, and even down passed his knees. He is the exact same height as me, and has the same build. He grinned, and waved to me. I waved back. As he went to pick up a box, I noticed that he has no tail, and he has a plump and petite butt.

'He might need some help' I surmised, being the same size as him, I wondered how much help I would be? "Hey...so I was riding by, and I noticed you and I saw what was going on, so I figured I'd you lend a paw," I said to the little ginger kitten in shorts and a t-shirt just like me since it was a nice warm day out. I can see the gratitude in his smile

"That's very kind of you, and sure, I can use some help," said the ginger kitten. I put my kickstand up, and walked my bike down the driveway with him. I parked it on the side of the garage, and got to work with him with the boxes, "by the way, I'm new in town, my name is Jack, Jack McCoy," he introduced himself in a most pleasant boy-kitten voice.

"Jessie Clawton,"

"Nice to meet you, Jessie, it looks like we're going to be neighbors," Jack said with a warm smile to me. I welcomed the thought of that, and the chance to get to know him. I followed him while carrying a box into the mansion. It appears Jack wanted to get to know me first as he asked the first question, "so what do you like to do for fun?" he asked

"Well, I work as a model for some of the local artists in town, I hire out my services for stuff like sketches, paintings, that kind of fun stuff," I replied putting the box down in the room that Jack wanted it in. Jack's butt has the same cute little seesaws as mine when I walk around. I'll tell him what's he's got in the future, "away from the arts, I love diving"

Jack gasped "Me too!"

"I have an idea when we finish getting these boxes in, the YMCA is just down the hill and right next to the fire station, you want to try out the platforms?" I asked to him, Jack smiled and gave me a nod, "alright, good deal, I'll show you around too," I added, and I smiled to myself as I quickly glanced at his butt, "do you have a favorite speedo color?"

Jack stood up and turned his eyes up while scratching his chin in thought "Most of the time for me it's red, but sometimes I like those 'splatter splash' patterns, you know what I mean?" he replied, I nodded with a grin back, "what about you? I would guess...I'd say blue or...maybe green would look good on you," Jack speculated, but all in good fun

With my words to him, I realized quickly just what kind of friend I was getting, "Now Jack, I do consider myself as a good judge of character, and I see a lot of good in you, with that being said..." I reached out a paw to him "friends?" I asked of him. Jack's eyes lit up like a star on top of a Christmas Tree, and he pounced on me. He's touchy-feely.