It was a calm summer morning while Michelle was in her kitchen, cooking breakfast for her husband and her sister. She had dark brown hair that rested over her shoulders with bangs that settled just above her ocean blue eyes. This morning she wore a dark grey sweater that fell off of her shoulder to reveal a black bra strap with black leggings coating her legs.She sighed softly to herself before flipping her pancake and looking at the clock. 10:00 A.M. She smiled to herself before feeling her husbands arm curl around her, suddenly, causing a small gasp to leave her lips. Her husband, Michael was a bit taller than her, standing at 5'9" while she was only 5'2. A smile stretched across his face as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"Good morning, beautiful." He greeted her, as she pouted to herself. "You pain. You're gonna make me mess up my pancake!" She complained before hearing the light meows of her cat, Norton. He was a large black and white tuxedo cat with a black smudge that looked like a half grin on the left side of his face which seemed to characterize his bright green eyes. The cat also had a large black teardrop smudge on his chest.
Michael chuckled as he stood beside her, his back to the counters as he watched Michelle cook. "Feeling pancakey, this morning?" He looks to her with his smile. He had light brown hair and deep honey colored eyes that seemed to shine in the filtered sunlight. The short woman looked back at her spouse and sighed, pleasantly. "I am, in fact. Would you like some?" She grinned back at him as she added to a separate stack of pancakes. She had already made three plates of four at this point, which made Michael grin brighter.
"I would love some. And Jessica doesn't have a damn choice." He teased, lifting two plates and bringing them to the table while Michelle carried her own. Michelle was just about to text her sister, Jessica, that she made breakfast but she was already opening her door and making her way down the hall. Her sister was 5'8" with curly caramel colored hair that bounced around her neck. She wore a gray t-shirt with matching sweatpants, yawning and stretching she waved to the two, fixing her glasses as she sat at the table.
"Thanks for breakfast, bitch." She said with a smirk, looking to her shorter sister as she rolled her eyes. "Kiss my ass," Michelle replied as she poured her sister a cup of milk before getting orange juice for herself and Michael. Hearing a raspy half meow, Michael looked down beside him to see a smaller black cat, with Green eyes. It was Marcel, stretching and purring before letting out a giant yawn. He chuckled and lifted Marcel onto his lap, offering the cat a piece of pancake, knowing he would ultimately refuse.
Michelle sat back at the table with the others, sighing softly to herself before sipping her orange juice. Jessica smiled at the two, "and thank you for breakfast. It tastes great!" She said, with a grin as she continued eating. Michael wasted no time in finishing off his plate before the girls with Marcel still in his lap before Norton would curl around one of Michelle's feet. She eventually finished her plate with Jessica before Michael went around to collect their plates and do the dishes for the girls.
Jessica looked at the wall to her right at the clock and furrowed her brows. A half hour before she had to go to work at her animation studio. She stood thankful that they didn't live far from it as she smiled to the two. "Well, I have to get ready for work. If I don't see you two before I leave I'll see you later!" She said through her grin as she made her way back to her room. Michael and Michelle waved to Jessica as she headed to her room before Michelle finally picked up the needy Norton, cuddling him for a moment before he hopped onto the table, shoving his face into her cheek.
Michael stood, letting Marcel hop onto the table as well before wrapping his arms around Michelle with a grin. "I love you so much." He mumbled, burying his face in her neck. She giggled softly, standing and holding him tight before he would pick her up, and carry her back to their bedroom, giggling.
Norton and Marcel found themselves sitting on the table alone, Marcel followed the couple towards their bedroom but found the door shut before he could rush in. His soft meows were almost inaudible from the outside, causing him to give up and scurry back into the living room where Norton stared out the window from the top of the couch. His eyes slowly closed as his natural cat smile seemed to grow before he heard a light chirping just beyond the window.
The Tuxedo Cats big round eyes flashed open to see the birds in the bushes just beyond the window. The excitement caused him to chirp and pace as the smaller black cat crawled onto the couch to watch him. Within just a moment, they were disturbed by the sound of a shut door and jingling keys. Jessica had tamed her naturally curly hair with a black hairband and a small silver hair clip. Her outfit consisted of a black jacket with a white button up underneath and black boot cut pants, completed with black heels.
She took a moment to investigate her folders for her tablet and sketches, just to be sure she wouldn't leave anything behind before opening the door. Marcel and Norton were already creeping up on the door frame, while the wind pushed the door open further than it should've gone while Jessica made her way out.
Norton immediately bolted out from the door and dashed into the bushes as she finally managed to shut the door with her one free hand. Not noticing the escapee as she unlocked her white Ford Focus, getting inside to prepare to pull out of the driveway. After choosing a suitable playlist to listen to, Jessica pulled out of the driveway while the Tuxedo cat watched from the bushes, remaining crouched in fear of the thunderous vehicle. After a few moments the cat began investing the bushes for the birds he had originally seen.
With no luck the cat found himself leaving the bushes and lounged himself on the lawn, with distance from the road, seemingly enjoying the intake of the sun when suddenly there came a sound like thunder.
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The Forgotten
SpiritualNobody cares about a pets life, but the owner. How far would you go to get your best friend back?