Chapter 3 Oliver

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"This is wonderful isn't it Erin!" Oliver stretched on the highly expensive couch he was rambling on about for hours now. "Typically I have these things to myself, but now I have a buddy to share them with!"

I turned from the window and looked at Oliver. "For the fifth time Oliver, I wish to leave."

"What did you say?" Oliver looked at me with a small grin. "Yes! I am rather hungry too I suppose. Follow me!" Oliver leapt from the red and gold couch onto the tan carpet floor. He waited in the doorway for me to follow. "Put some pep in your step Erin! Please don't make this a one sided thing."

I glared at the back of Oliver's head. "What are they serving?"

Oliver's tail swished back and forth curiously. "I don't know. It's really a surprise thing. One day exquisite fish and the other some foreign exotic food. Oh! My life is so harsh."

When we made it to the main hallway I didn't hate Oliver as much. One, the terrible red and white wallpaper was switched for a normal white. Two, Oliver stopped talking. For the three, I smelled a certain food that I had only once long ago.

"Erin?"

I dashed past Oliver and rushed down the spiral stair case. I searched for the source and found it on a plate in front of Oliver's master. I purred and sniffed the air.

I am sure of it. I know what I smell!

"Erin, what are you doing?" Oliver looked at me curiously as I approached the man.

I purred loud enough to get his attention. He looked down at me and smiled. "Hello again." He rubbed my head and expected me to go away, but I stayed with my eyes trained on him.

"Erin! Stop playing with him, that's my job."

"Sir," I whispered looking into the man's dark eyes. "I know we just met, but... Give. Me. Curry." I meowed and stood up. "I don't want to hurt you, but give me the curry."

"Curry? Disgusting!" Oliver sighed and butted me away from his owner. "Curry...what level have you been dragged to? There are things in it Erin, things you can't eat. Be smart."

"Oliver," I sighed watching a spoonful of rice and curry disappear away.

"If you want exotic then...feast your eyes!"

I turned to Oliver then to the silver dish in front of me. I leaned in and sniffed the strange soupy item. It smelled good. I looked at Oliver as I took in one lap. The taste exploded in my mouth. Either it tasted really good or I was too starved from hunger. Either way I quickly ate.

"See? Much better from that...that killer."


"Are you sure you much go? There's supposed to be a new program tonight."

I looked up at the high moon. The night sky shown no stars tonight. Rather gloomy, luck, aren't you? "I can't promise it Oliver, but someway or another I may see you tomorrow if you wish."

"Who will you be with?"

"The Marksons, they're a family just down the street and around the corner." I started to make my way across the street before Oliver bit my tail. I hissed and turned to him. He had the most devilish expression on his face.

"Snowbelle, may I truly say that you are my first friend. " Oliver's eyes shined. "I'll see you tomorrow Erin."

I watched the cat disappear through the cat door. "4345 Cooland's Drive," I read off the sign next to me. "I will remember that."

I strolled down the sidewalk listening to the night birds whistle.

In all the Oliver distraction, I had forgotten about Theif. I missed him. Because I was listening to Oliver I didn't see what direction they went in either.

I turned the corner and rushed down the street way. I stopped and listened to odd feet as they struggled forward. I turned to my right and saw myself a five foot drunk.

The man sang to himself while he carried a brown bottle in his left hand. He would occasionally stumble every other line of his tune. He stopped halfway down the back way of the houses and collapsed to the ground.

I hurried down the alleyway and went up to the man. I meowed and poked his face. "Wake up you drunk." He swatted me away and I huffed. I stared at him listening to the small words to his song that he still sung even when down.

"The light of the jolly flame...may it clap count 'em seven. Any to every I may toss...take every order count bevery gan por la boss." The middle aged fool went to sleep after his last word.

I backed away from the man. His head was fine and he wasn't hurt. There truly was no point in waking him up. I continued down the alleyway with his tune stuck in my head. "May it clap count 'em seven..."


"Aw, sweetie! Would you like more kitty treats Trisa?" Mother Velma stroked me and fed me yet another terribly tasting treat.

"She's full mother!" Samantha Markson hissed. "She's going to be a fat cat if you feed her any more."

"Fat cat!" Samantha's younger brother Raymond laughed.

I meowed and slyly took a glance at my body. "I'm not going to be fat any time soon thank you." I leapt out of Samantha's arms and landed in front of Raymond on the bedroom floor. I curled up in front of him and purred.

The cute little boy stroked my back and nothing felt better. For the first time in a very long time have I been this relaxed and well fed. Nothing could feel better.

The television clicked on and Velma relaxed on the bed behind Samantha. "Samantha, Trisa is back now can you please go do your home work?"

Samantha huffed as she quickly rushed off to do her homework in the next room over.

Raymond stood up and crawled to pull himself onto his mother's bed with her help. "Tracky," he whimpered quietly. "Tracky!" This I was proud of knowing. I have been with the Marksons long enough to know that Raymond was talking about his poorly treated toy bear.

"I'll go get it," Velma sighed leaving the bed. She went around the corner and into Raymond's comfy room. The one room he has yet he prefers staying with his mother. "Got it," she sighed a minuet later.

I watched her crawl into the bed and hand off the torn bear to Raymond. I stood up and joined them on top of the bed. From there I would have the perfect night. Raymond continued to stroke my back while I laid in the middle of the warmth of him and his mother.

Velma changed the channel from the kids to the late night news, but at that point I could only hear the broadcaster's voice in the back of my mind.

"And now we report live from the place where a two year old's body was found dead. I am standing in the middle of a chaotic fiasco right night now. There are no witnesses, but the person who found the boy's body was horrified. The identity of the boy is still-." The woman's voice disappeared. "We now know the identity of the boy, his name is Renold McTyson."

"Oh my," Velma shuddered.

Then the woman's voice came back this time fully waking me up, "It is confirmed that the boy was shot seven times."

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