Meanwhile in Fallen Angels Animal Shelter
Michelle peeked out the window at the man and the cat and shivered. Roger came behind her and encircled her in his arms. “Everything okay love?”
“Yeah baby you know that cat.”
Chuckling Roger asked, “What cat are you referring to we have a lot of cats here babe?”
“You know that Cat… Demon” whispered Michelle quietly.
“Oh yeah, her. What about her?” Asked Roger while superstitiously looking around to see if she was nearby.
“Well that guy who was just here.”
“Nnnoooo you didn’t”
“Yes I did.”
“Babe.”
“What, that cat is evil. Straight Evil! And you know I don’t say that kind of thing about animals but that Cat has some issues even the Cat Whisper would be hard pressed to fix.”
Sighing and scratching the back of his neck Roger looked down at his wife and admitted the truth. “I agree. There is something not right about that cat. I mean I swear every time an accident happens she’s right there. That time the book from the top shelf almost landed on my head. The time I almost fell onto the bed of nails. The time the grounding wire almost electrocuted me. Babe if you hadn’t been there I am sure I would’ve been dead by now. And it hasn’t just been happening to me. Jamal and George had those accidents too and now they are-”
“I know Roge, I know, I am glad we have insurance for all our staff.” Turning in his arms Michelle hugged him just happy to be in his embrace as they gave comfort to one another each determined to ignore the niggling feelings of guilt in the back of their minds.
Fred
Fred found that driving with a cat around your neck was a perilous situation one he would prevent from happening in the future. As it was the cat, MoonCake. Pfft, MoonCake, for this cat?! More like Queen of the Damn or what was that weird girl from that weird family called? Uhhh it was some day of the week. Monday, no Tuesday, no Wednesday, No Saturday. Yeah that sounded right Saturday. Wait no that wasn’t it either. As Fred pondered the right name for the character. Demon was having the time of her life.
She was finally out. She was free. Now all she had to do was get rid of the man. But where she had no qualms in setting up little situations for the other men. She felt that something. That initial something that had drawn her to Fred was still pulling at her. Insisting that she pay attention to the human male. Sighing Demon yawned and meowed with delight as the human male tried to inch his jugular away from her teeth. While she wouldn’t try to get rid of him right away. She wasn’t above having a little fun now and again. Grinning to herself as only a satisfied cat could, Demon relaxed on her human male perch and enjoyed the ride.
Fred was sweating by the time he got himself and the cat home. This cat was truly a menace how had he chosen such a creature. Oh yeah boobs.’ Thought Fred pausing in his task of gathering all the supplies to take into the house to reminisce of the woman's boobs puffed up ever so slightly by her pressed hands.
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An indignant Meowrr from MoonCake got him moving again.
“Yeah, yeah I’m moving. Hold your whiskers.” grumbled Fred as he got the rest of the cat supplies he’d picked up from his quick run to the Super-Duper Store from the back seat of the car. Slamming the door closed with his foot. He made his weighted way to the door where he struggle-juggled until he had enough clearance to grab his key and open the door.
He wasted no time dropping everything on the floor just out of the pathway of the door. Happy to be out of the heat and back into his air conditioned and recently clean home.
Leaning back to stretch he paid no attention to the offended yowl that his newly acquired pet gave as it slipped off its perch and landed on the floor with a quiet thud. Glancing over his shoulder he wasn’t surprised to see that she had indeed landed on her feet.
He smirked down at her only for it to be replaced with a yelp of pain as the cat swatted out at his leg, claws extended, catching skin.
“Ye little Demon!” yelled Fred as he hopped on his uninjured foot. While he held his other leg in an attempt to put pressure on the bleeding scratch.
Mildly pleased that the human had said her name Demon stared up at him. Holding his stare for a full minute until he broke contact. ‘Just like that dominance established’ thought Demon. Deciding that he had learned his lesson she sauntered away. It was time to check out her new domain.
Cursing and muttering dire predictions of the cat’s future, Fred limped to the bathroom and quickly found and applied alcohol and a band-aid to his cut. Sighing he turned and stared at the man whose reflection looked back at him in the mirror.
What had happened to him? Was it not just this morning that he had left here all confident and ready to tackle his writer's block. Instead he had freaked out answering a question on fostering an animal. Something as simple as a paragraph that required no more creative thought than saying the alphabet. Yet he had choked. Not only had he choked, he had almost wigged out. Had he really considered throwing the papers at the woman, not just any woman but a Goddess? Honestly if it hadn’t been for the stupid cat then.. then what. Shaking his head, Fred contemplated his life. He would have continued to contemplate his life while staring at himself in the mirror had it not been for the loud crash of something breaking. Running out the bathroom he skidded to a stop at the kitchen entrance and stared at the wreckage.
In the time that he had been in the bathroom it seemed that every single drawer, and cabinet door had been opened. Flour was everywhere, airtight containers of cereal had been mixed with the flour creating a parody of a giant bowl of cereal and milk. The 3 bean casserole that he had left out with the intention of eating it later had been partially consumed by the cat. Who was nowhere to be seen. How the hell had the Demon Cat down all this. He hadn’t even been in the bathroom that long. “No no no” wailed Fred as he took a careful step into the kitchen only to pause and look down to see that his vase that he had painstakingly created over the course of three months, fired in the kiln and waited with baited breath hoping this time it would make it out whole. And when he finally let that breathe go at seeing that it had made it through intact, celebrated by buying an assorted flower creation to match. It was now scattered all over the floor, the vase broken into pieces and the water mixing with the floor to create a vastly unappetizing cereal dough. Fred wanted to weep. He had worked so hard. So very hard to get that vase right. To get it to its final stage to paint the intricate pattern on it and now all his hard work was for nothing. Nothing! Fred breathed taking in the smell of the spreading nausea inducing odor of the food mixed together and got angrier with each flour laden inhalation.
“Meowrr,” called the Demon Cat. “Meow, meow meowrr.”
Fred felt himself running. He didn’t remember making the conscious decision to do so but there he was. He felt like he was having an out of body experience and just watched himself as his body chased the cat throughout the house yelling and screaming expletives. The cat managed to stay several feet ahead or turn before it could be cornered. He watched as his body careened off walls. Banged into the couch, tables and chairs. Cringing as he jumped over an ottoman and missed his landing falling on the floor so hard as to shake the walls causing the last of the hanging Hugo awards to fall onto the floor with ominous sounding cracks. He laid there for a while too winded to get back up and realizing there was no way he would catch the cat and just breathed.
Demon
Demon watched from her perch atop the shelving as the exhausted man panted on the floor. He was, interesting, this man. Leading him on a chase was quite fun. Too bad he was so out of shape. No matter, she would work on that. Thinking of her next set of plans she licked her paws and cleaned her body of the white dirt that seemed to be all over her. While wondering when the man would get up and clean up his home. Really some people just didn’t know how to be tidy.