Aww." The Big Bad Wolf said. Everyone gave him a strange look.
"What?" He asked, back into his deep monotone voice.
"We just, didn't expect the word from you." Shrek said cautiously.
"Just because my name begins with "Big Bad" doesn't mean I can't say cute stuff like. 'Aww' and 'lol'" He said defensively.
"Okay, alright, sorry." Shrek apologized.
"So what happens next?" Pinocchio asked.
"What happens next is a very important turning point in my youth." Puss explained. "As I briefly said before, ogre hunting was not my dream anymore."
"'How come you don't want to hunt ogres anymore Puss?" Joli asked.
Puss was stretched out under a tree-not the tree, the tree next to Senora Lopez's house. She made the best pies in town. He cracked open an eye, not responding to his female companion.
"You wish not to discuss it with me?" She questioned apologetically.
Puss still didn't answer, making Joli flustered and embarrassed. He got up from his place and looked in on Senora Lopez slicing strawberries for her pie. Puss then looked at the sleek stone sundial that had been looted from an old church in her front yard. He turned away and walked in the opposite direction of Joli, but peered over his shoulder and told her to follow him. She lifted her skirts and obeyed.
They both remained silent after that. Puss was organizing his thoughts on how to answer her question, Joli was mentally kicking herself for asking it. It was in between afternoon and evening when they reached their destination. Joli regreted missing her singing lesson deeply, knowing she had disappointed her Mother and probably worried her family from not making an single appearance that day. Puss wondered if he would regret his dicision later, but second thoughts were brushed away once he saw what he came for. A large, pale-grey cottage with small windows a big, beautiful porch. Puss knocked on the door, Joli by his side. A fair-skinned woman in a white dress with a red cross on the chest opened it.
"Ah, Senor Puss, nice of you to visit." She greeted him with a smile. "And this is...?"
"Mi amigo." He answered quickly.
"A beautiful female with a soft purr and blue eyes I hope." An old voice came from behind the door. The lady rolled a wheelchair out, an old white cat with grey spots sitting in it. Joli noticed his arms were in braces. "Oh, I must have taken a cat nap without knowing, eyes like that don't exist outside of dreamland." He complimented Joli.
"Grandpapi." Puss warned irritated. Joli knew she should feel flattered, but a compliment from such a mature tomcat made her feel uneasy.
"Don't be disturbed nina, I let kitts your age alone so there are some hearts out there my Grandson can manage to snatch." When Puss's Grandpapi laughed warmly, Joli felt guilty for not liking the man instantly.
"So what brings you out here with my as-talented-but-not-as-smooth-and-handsome protegé?" He asked.
"I'm not your protegé anymore." Puss corrected him in the most respectful tone he could manage. "And that is why we came, to show her why I'm not anymore." Puss's Grandpapi's eyes darkened.
"If you're here to yell at an old tom cat with no use of his arms again, I ask you to leave. The men in this family don't get angry when a lady is present."
"But the men in this family worry their wives to the point of illness and only come home when a wound needs to be nursed. Si Granpapi?" Puss turned back to his companion. "This is why ogres are best left alone Joli. Why creatures as tiny as us should never even think of crossing their path. Why we should choose where we step more wisely."
"Puss, this happened to me because I made a grave mistake and misjudged my abilities. You can take a much wiser path-"
"I intend too. And that's why when I have a wife and children and maybe even grandchildren that depend on me, they won't have to pick out the wood for my coffin."
"Puss, even with my arms swaying helplessly by my beaten and bruised sides, I can backhand you all the way to the farthest land I have ever stepped foot in. You say these things in your ignorant adolescence, but once you grow up you'll wish you still had dreams. You'll regret not having followed through once you see an ogre rip into flesh like it was made of oatmeal and throw the victims bones at you with a laugh that curdles your blood. And you'll beg for days back when you could have trained with your Grandpapi when that wife speak of is being used as a rotting decoration in an ogre's dinning room."
Joli felt as intimidated if a dragon was breathing hot breath down the back of her neck. She looked over at Puss who looked angry, annoyed and speechless all at the same time. He let out a big huff and jumped off the porch. This time not looking back at Joli. She looked back at Puss's Grandpapi, who smiled slightly, but looked like the world had just split in two.
"I apologize for subjecting you to that, Senorita." He apologized.
"I better follow him," Joli responded awkwardly. "It was tres bon meeting you, Mousire.
"As with you." He smiled warmly. "Feel free to visit any time."
Joli was prepared for silent walk, but Puss didn't allow that to happen.
"The old fool. Look at everyone who has ever made it big in Far Far Away; they have working arms and never had to fight anybody!" He grumbled to himself. Joli kept the conversation one-sided, playing over their first meeting in her head. He had mentioned being just like him. Puss grumbled slander toward his Granpapi all he way back to the Bilton. It was definitely evening then.
"Merci for answering my question, Puss." She thanked him awkwardly.
"No problemo. Sorry you had to be subject of such shameless flirting."
"You're one to talk Mousire Marco!" She giggled. "I must go back in now." She explained. She than bolted into the hotel so she could get through the family lecture as soon as possible.
Oh noes! Family drama! Hi all! How long has it been? Over a year me thinks. I'm so horrible. But my computer wouldn't let me log in to ! Hope you all enjoy, and I know who Kitty is NOW, but not when this fic was published.