Kim came as fast as she could in the living room when she heard a female scream.
Not completely awake she wondered how it was possible, she was…alone.
And she remembered Ron, he was here too.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her friend and the opposite side of the room with…paint on his face?
She walked closer to him; she was sure, someone had drawn on his face some kind of mustache and on his forehead, between two horns was written disgusting baboon.
Then she saw that there were words on his arms too.
Go away, disappear you perv on one arm and on the other, the great cat will eat you next time you fall asleep.
"Ron?! What happened?!"
"I'm going to tell you what happened! You cat is evil! She…she got back in during the night and she…"
"Ron, don't be ridiculous, she is just a cat, she can't do that"
"Really?! Look!"
He pointed behind her, and here on the small table in the living room was the cat in question, cleaning herself, her nose and paws still black because of the ink.
Feeling someone watching her, the cat looked up innocently at Kim, who could see some black cat's paw prints on the sheets.
"I would understand if you wanted to leave now. You seem pretty shaken."
"What?! No! I'll just sleep in your room."
They turned around pretty fast when just like the day before they heard some weird noise from the flat next door.
Agent Will Du didn't realize anything happened during the night, which left the thief uncertain, was she happy she didn't get caught or worried the guy sucked so much at his job, maybe it was just because when she got up and told him to go home the sun wasn't completely out yet, at least she hoped so. But whatever…
…Shego was having fun; it's always nice to eat a nice breakfast in front of a funny show, but thing changed when the buffoon told Kimmie what he intended to do she spilled her coffee all over the keyboard.
And it was the start of another rant; she knew she should have done something more drastic to the boy.
She needed to blow something up or burn something!
"No you are not!"
On the other side Shego wholeheartedly agreed with her "Damn right he is not!"
"Come on Kim P, I can't sleep in here anymore and you can't sleep on the couch because you're recovering. And it's not like it's something we never did"
"We are not sleeping together!"
"No, not like that. I mean sleep sleep, no funny business involved"
"Or you could just leave I'd be fine on my own"
"I'm not leaving you like this"
"Well maybe you could go get a room in a hotel?"
"Don't be ridiculous, we'll share. It'll be just fine"
She gave up in a sigh and went in the kitchen.
She went through her usual morning ritual, coffee and feeding the cat.
She was petting her and speaking to her, at least when she was here Ron wasn't here to smother her.
"You didn't do it, did you? You can't have that many things in common?"
The cat didn't even look up, it just started to purr.
"Of course you didn't, it's not possible. But if you had something to do with it, keep up the good work, maybe you can make him leave"
"Don't worry princess, I will"
She was fuming; she should have seen it coming with the way he acted.
She had to find a new way to make him leave, and scream like a little girl again would be a bonus.
It was barely morning; it was impossible to stay here and watch them, doing nothing to put him in his place. She couldn't clean to keep her mind busy otherwise the GJ agents would know and would probably want her to do it again; and since she had to call one in the watch the screens while she kept her mind busy, she could think of only one thing.
First she had to call Mikey.
Half an hour later, he came in carrying cooking supplies, everything she had asked for.
"Finally! Watch the screens"
She took the bags off his arms and went straight to the kitchen.
A good hour later she was humming in while cooking; the chicken was marinating, she was busy with the vegetables when she was called in the next room.
"What?!"
"Shego, does the fact that Ron Stoppable is…like that, has anything to do with the mood you're in today?"
"None of your business"
She started to turn around, but he spoke again.
"Really, because from what I was told you signed a contract, you are not allowed to go next door unless she is in immediate danger, not to forget that your ankle bracelet didn't move during the night, how is that possible?"
She faced him thinking "He is getting too confident for his own good".
She crossed her arms and scowled.
"Are you blackmailing me?!"
"No, I'm just wondering, that's all. So are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Kimmie probably went up during the night, and since she couldn't tell these things to his face, she decided to write them. You know, like a shrink would advise you to"
"You think she has some problems with him? That she wants him to leave"
"Of course! It's obvious!"
"And her cat is her accomplice?"
"Sure, she seems to be a good judge of character"
He let out a small laugh and turned around; the green woman thought it meant this conversation was over but when she was in the doorway when he said his last piece.
"You know this means you owe me one, right?"
She didn't reply and just kept walking, but stopped dead in her tracks.
On the table, a piece of chicken in its mouth was the cat, Kimmie's cat.
"Put that down!"
Hearing someone screamed the cat looked up, startled, and knowing she wasn't supposed to steal food started to run.
Shego had a reflex and shot plasma in front of the cat, once, twice, but the cat was good, it turned away every time.
It was running now straight to her, she was getting ready to catch it but the GJ agent came running and distracted her.
"What's going on?!"
He had his gun raised.
Shego put her hand on it.
"Put that down!"
She turned again to look at the cat but it wasn't here anymore, she saw a dish towel in fire though.
"Oh shit!"
She ran at it and threw it in the sink before pouring water on it.
Since it wasn't enough, the smoke alarm went off too; the noise was driving her crazy, she simply turned around and shot it from where she stood.
Looking at the melted piece of equipment, agent Storms was annoyed.
"You know you have to have one of these in your kitchen. I have to get a new one and fill all the paper work to explain it"
"Blame the cat, she stole my chicken!"
"And you tried to fry her for it?!"
"No, it wasn't warm enough and I wasn't aiming directly at her. I'm not crazy you know."
"I have my doubts about that. I'll just…go back to the screens"
She looked at him as if she was ready to kill him, so he fled, leaving her do deal with her kitchen.
It was on again, she was ready, and the fur ball was most likely getting it too tonight.
In complete silence she walked in the living room, here was the cat sleeping, it would come next.
She went straight to the princess' bedroom's door; she stood there a few minutes.
She jumped slightly when she felt the cat rub itself on her leg, so she whispered to it.
"You little thief, you have no right to steal, you're Kimme's cat, not mine, so it's not allowed. And anyway no one has the right to steal anything of mine. Got it?"
If the cat understood she didn't show it, she just kept rubbing herself on her legs, purring.
Shego looked up; she had to do it.
Her hand were shaking on the way to the doorknob, slowly she opened the door, and got pissed again.
There was the buffoon, all over her pumpkin, spooning her.
She walked up to the young woman' side of the bed and watched the redhead.
She scowled when her sight went to the blond; she bent forward and grabbed the boy and pulled him slowly away from Kim, putting him on the other side of the bed.
Her eyes got wide when she felt Kimmie's arms wrap themselves around her waist.
Immediately she looked down, to make sure she wasn't awake.
She breathed out when she saw that the princess' eyes were closed, but she tensed again when Kim buried her head a little bit more into her while mumbling something.
Shego thought it was her imagination but she could have sworn it was her name she heard.
The green woman couldn't help herself and brushed Kimmie's hair from her face with her fingertips, barely touching her.
Shego finally pulled herself together and managed to get away from Kim and the bed.
She had a prefect plan to satisfy both sides of her revenge; she grabbed the cat, and once she was barely in the room she throw the cat at the buffoon and ran.
In an instant she was back in her bedroom laughing really hard, so much she had some trouble breathing.
She could make it stop, nor did she wanted to, in her head she heard in a loop, the cat screaming when it attacked the blond before she heard the little girl scream.