Shoo Cat Shoo

April 17th, 2009 |

There was no time to waste, Arial flipped her wings once and rocketed into the air carrying Krystal in her arms, accompanied by four of the emerald guard. The remaining faeries stayed behind to make sure the invisibility and protection charms around the perimeter of the yard remained impenetrable.

I looked around the yard, it was empty, not a single faerie was in sight. “Hey, guys? I haven’t changed back, hello?” In my head I was making perfect sense, but what I heard coming out of my furry little mouth was…meeeooooww! Meow, meow, meeeeeooow! I started pacing nervously back and forth in front of the door.

Of course this had to happen, I had envisioned the morphing thing a little differently, something like: I drink the goo, I change into a kitty cat, I grab the faerie, I change back to myself in a beautiful shower of sparkles. Wrong! Didn’t Cythia say something about “just in case of an emergency?” Now that I think about it, I never did get a clear explanation of “emergency”.

It seemed like I had been pacing in front of the door forever when I heard someone coming in from the garage. Head held high, ears pivoted forward, I padded down the walk toward the gate. Bill and I met at the corner of the house. He had stopped at the store to pick up a few groceries and both of his arms were loaded with bags so I thought it would be best not to try to get him to pick me up and carry me into the house.

I wanted him to know that it was me under all this fur. “Hi honey! you will never believe how my day went!” Meeoow, meow, meow, meow. Well, that didn’t go over so good, darn my kitty mouth anyway. I knew how Bill felt about cats, but I had to take a chance, I started rubbing up against his leg in an attempt to gain his favor, maybe he would sense that it was me.

I purred so sweetly, walking around his legs like I had seen my evil twin do with Mrs. Shunner not all that long ago. “Pick me up please!” Meow, meeooow!! If cats could laugh, I’d be splitting my sides right now, Bill looked like he had just been dive bombed by a seagull with intestinal distress, and it was running down his forehead by the looks of it.

Bill walked to the patio table with me happily padding along behind. He put the bags down and turn around, “Oh good! He’s going to pick me up” Meeoooow (shoot! I can’t wait until I can communicate on a human level again). I was preparing to purr contentedly and do another pass around his legs when I saw him pick up the broom I keep by the back door.

We stood there looking a each other for a moment, then with one quick sweep, he waved the broom at me. “Shoo! Pisst! Shoo cat! Shoo! I jumped quickly to one side. “Hey! Stop that, don’t you recognise me? I swear, if you don’t stop that you won’t get any dinner tonight! Meeeeoooow! Meeooow, meow!

He kept swishing the broom at me in an attempt to drive me out of the yard. Didn’t he wonder why I was not going? I was about to take refuge in the Hawthorne tree when Cythia and Arial came to my aid (wow, it would be easier to climb this tree as a cat, unlike the time I saved Pip from the Blue jay).They flew wildly around and around Bill’s head twittering and scolding and tweaking his ears.

“Stop it! You’re trying to harm the Kind One!” Arial perched on his nose and with her hands on her hips, gave him a stern scowl. “That”, and she turned around pointing and smiling at me, “is the Kind One.” Bill’s mouth hung open and the broom dropped from his hands.