The Cats' Meow

Late Night

I closed the door to my room. It was late Sunday night, and I was rather tired. There was school tomorrow, and I didn't really want to go. Not that I really ever want to go to school, but whatever. I fixed my sheets, set my alarm, shut my light of, then got in bed. I got comfortable, and tried to fall asleep. About five minutes later, there was a knock at my door, a very familiar one, too.

"Bill, can I come in for the night?" It was Jasmine, one of my sisters. Her and Daffodil were twins, and they were catgirls. Cat-humans were a type of mix-breed; a different breed of humans, created through mixing human DNA with that of animals. Jasmine and Daffodil were twins, but they looked almost nothing like each other. Daffodil had goldenrod colored hair and fur, and pale olive green eyes. Jasmine, on the other hand, had turquoise hair and fur, and her eyes were a deep shade of red. They weren't related to me by blood, but I loved them just the same.

Six months after I had been born, my parents had returned to the hospital where I was born. While they were there, there was a single mother, the twins' mother, and she was very ill. She had come down with an unknown infection just a short while after she had given birth to Jasmine and Daffodil. Both the doctors and she feared that she would not make it. She asked my mother and father if they would be kind enough to take care of her "kittens". She then explained her situation, and my parents thought about it for around ten or so minutes. They agreed to take care of and raise the two catgirls. And since that day nearly fifteen years ago, Daffodil and Jasmine have been my sisters. And not just my sisters, they're my best friends.

We do almost everything together. We go to school together, help each other wit our schoolwork, and have fun with each other. We test each other's strengths, and help each other face our fears. One of Jasmine's fears was being alone in the dark. The three of us had separate bedrooms, and she wasn't afraid of the dark itself, but it was just being alone in it. So just about every night, she gets up and asks to sleep with either Daffodil or me. Tonight, it was me.

"Yeah, sure!" I quietly yelled, so she could hear me. "Why wouldn't you be able to?" She opened the door slightly, slipped in, and closed the door behind her. I scooted over against the wall, and made room for her to lay down.  She walked over, her tail swishing back and forth behind her, and gently sat down on the bed, then laid down. I let her get herself situated and comfortable, and then I readjusted to get comfortable. Like usual, she turned towards me, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a big, cuddly hug. I put one of my arms around the middle of her back, and one on her upper back, and slowly rubbed her back. Back and forth my hand went, moving atop her smooth turquoise hair. Her ears flicked, and she giggled.

"I love you," she said, "you're always so nice to me." She wrapped her tail around her right leg and my left leg, holding our legs together. I tightened my grip on her for a few seconds, and then loosened it again. She mewled happily.

"You're my sister, and you and Daffodil are always there for me." I said. "And I love you more." I smiled and she dug her face into my chest and squeezed me. And for the next half hour or so, the room was pretty quiet. The only noises were the occasional giggles from the two of us. The whole time, I was thinking about Saturday. Our high school's homecoming dance was in six days. All of my friends were so happy and looking forward to going with their dates. I didn't have a date to go with, and I didn't know if I really wanted to go. Samantha, the girl I've had a crush on for a while now and one of my closest friends, said she didn't want to go with me. "Should I go to homecoming?" I asked Jasmine.

"Of course! Why wouldn't you want to go?" She responded. She picked up her head, and one of her ears pointed upward, and the other pointed to the side.

"Because all of my friends are going with their dates and crushes, and mine doesn't want to go with me." I said. "I don't want to go and be upset and alone and disappointed."

"Oh come on, Billy!" She said. "You can hang out with Daffie and me! We can hang out together like we always do. Besides, we don't have anyone that we're going with." Her ears perked up, smiled, and tilted her head to the side.

"But I thought you two were going together." I replied.

"That was just for a quick giggle. We're not actually going as each other's date!" The room fell into silence for a few seconds, until a car drove by and broke it. Jasmine then giggled; it was her joking giggle. "You knoooow..." She said with another giggle, "we can go with you. Like, as your dates!" She began to laugh uncontrollably. I began to chuckle as well, and tightened my embrace around her.

"Maybe. I don't know how dancing with two girls would work out." I said jokingly. She mewled happily, and snuggled in closer to me, her tail batting back and fourth a couple of times.

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