Hi Everybody! Here's chapter two of FAUX PAW. I hope you liked the first one, and please read and review!

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Outside was a little orange kitten. It mewed pitifully. It was an orange tabby, and was in between adulthood and being a little kitten. It mewed again. And again.

Sabrina's heart went out to it.

"Oh," she said, surprised. She tentatively put her hand on the cat's head and stroked it. It seemed friendly enough. Sabrina opened the door wider and the kitten stepped inside. She closed the door and locked it. Then she walked into the kitchen. The kitten followed her again. It mewed again. And it looked so sweet and so pitiful (again). Sabrina fished around in the cabinets for Elvis' dog food. She knew sometimes if you feed dog food to cats, they end up throwing up (and vice versa) but that was all they had. She got a small bowl and poured some food into it. She put it down in front of the cat.

"Here you go." The cat sniffed the food. It looked up at her in distain.

"You don't like it?!" she said. "And I can tell you're hungry. Gosh, what else do cats eat?" She opened the fridge. They didn't have any meat or fish, Granny was planning to go grocery shopping the next day. Sabrina pulled out different foods and put them on the floor. Cereal, soup, pasta and donuts.

"Ok, now you just walk up what you want." the cat amazingly obeyed. It chose the donuts. (Sabrina didn't mind, they were orange and blue, and tasted strange in her opinion, all though she worried about the cats health.)

After the cat ate, Sabrina opened the door again.

"Ok, shoo, I gave you food, now go back to where you live, where ever that is." Then she had a thought. What if the cat didn't have a home? She looked at it more closely. It was a little scrawny. She decided she would keep it.

She picked it up and carried it to her room. She hoped Daphne didn't mind sleeping next to a cat. Sabrina took off her bathrobe, set the cat on the bed between her and Daphne, kissed it on it's head and went to sleep.

"AAAaaCHOOO!!………sniff.. sniff………………………..ACHOOOOOOOO!"

Sabrina's eyes popped open. Daphne was sitting up in bed, holding a kleenix and sneezing about two-hundred times a minute. The cat was in the corner of their bedroom, its back arched.

"Sabrina! There's a c—AHCOO! In our r-OOMCHoo!" Daphne said/sneezed. "WhaaAACHoots it doing here?! *sniff*"

"I found it last night, scratching at our door." Sabrina said, handing Daphne another kleenix, then putting her hands over her face to avoid being sneezed on. "Why are you sneezing so much?"

"I don't know! ACHOO!" said Daphne.

"I think you're allergic." said Sabrina pointing to the cat. She couldn't just call it 'the cat'. She needed to name it. The night before she had found out it was a boy. (I will not tell you in great detail how she found out.)

"What should we call it?" asked Sabrina.

"Does it have a collar?" asked Daphne. "Maybe it's name is there."

Sabrina got up and walked over to the cat. She put her hands around its neck. There was a tiny string made of denim. It had a small metal plate on it. it read: T.K.

"What's 'T.K.' stand for?" asked Sabrina. She turned the plate over. There was a tiny message scrawled there.

"Please take care of me, owners could not feed me anymore." Sabrina read the message to Daphne. They decided between a few words (and a few sneezes) that they wanted to keep it.

"We should name him Bartholomew. Bartholomew is sopunk rock!" said Daphne enthusiastically.

"Urhm I don't know Daphne…" said Sabrina.

"How bout 'Mew' for short then." after a short discussion Sabrina finally gave in to 'Mew'.

"Let's show Puck!" said Daphne, racing out the door and charging into Puck's room. Sabrina and Mew followed. They ran over to the trampoline. Puck wasn't there. It was the same as the night before. Only his stuffed Unicorn.

"Puck!" Daphne called. "PUCK!" They ran around his room, looking for him. They found his chimpanzees scratching their butts, but no Puck.

"Where is he?" wondered Sabrina allowed.

"Maybe he's at breakfast?" said Daphne hopefully.

"I doubt it," said Sabrina. "He barely gets up before 10:00."

They wondered around his room a bit longer, and then they gave up. With worried expressions, they went down to breakfast.

"Granny," said Daphne. "Puck's missing."