The Truth about Griffin

Chapter 3

    

I could tell Griffin was hanging back. I could hear the slight creak of his bare feet on the wooden floor near the door. I purred louder and rubbed against the girl's clothes, since those were the only thing of hers that I could still see. When Griffin continued to hide, I did the only thing a respectable cat, such as myself, could do; I scratched him.

He let out a yelp of pain, and I watched as red blood appeared a few feet above the ground. "C-A-T!" I feigned innocence and went back to my purring position next to the girl.

"Did you just spell out cat?" I felt the girl shift around to look at where she assumed Griffin was. To my surprise, she laughed. "What, you never learn how to cuss properly?"

To my even greater surprise Jack responded. "No. That's the name of my cat."

"Meow." I asserted my presence, just in case she had forgotten what was rubbing against her legs.

There was a shaky breath and I realized that, even though she talked tough, this girl was scared out of her mind. Who wouldn't be? I remember when I was first tested on; it had been terrifying, and I had understood what was going on. This girl was probably just some poor, homeless thing that had been searching for shelter and something to eat, and instead she had gotten this. I shook my head and snuck away. I was soon back with a slice of bread and a smaller slice of meat. Unsure of what to do next, I placed the little morsels at her feet and meowed encouragingly.

I could hear her smile as she reached for the food. "Thanks, See-a-tea. Is that really the best you could come up with?"

Griffin huffed indignantly. "She wasn't mine. I didn't expect her hang around this long, and cat seemed inadequate."

"So what's your name? Oh wait, let me guess." Griffin tried to protest but she went to fast. "G-U-Y. No, what about H-U-M-A-N." Despite Jack's annoyance the girl was laughing again.

It made me feel better knowing that she still had her sense of humor. I laughed too, for those of you who don't know a cat laughing is pretty rare so you've probably never heard one.

"It's actually Griffin." Jack interjected sulkily. "And what are you called?"

The girl nibbled on her bread awhile before answering. Finally she said, "call me Sharifa."

"That's a pretty name." Griffin took a step closer.

"Wait a minute." Sharifa's voice had dropped in sudden realization. "My clothes are... visible. But you... you're not... oh my..............." She seemed to be choking. I raised my paw to thwack her back, but before I could do anything she got it out. "YOU'RE NAKED!!!!!!!"

The silence that fell in the room spoke volumes. It was like I could feel both Sharifa and Jack blushing in embarrassment. The awkwardness grew to what must have been unbearable levels and I sat there purring. These two were going to be perfect for each other.