Part Two
Narrator's P.O.V.
Upon the next morning when Cattnisp had awoke, he found himself in a strange box. A plastic cream coloured box, with metal bars in front of him. He lay on a soft, torn up blue towel. Oh no... he realized. As though Fate had read his mind, (Which Fate could. She always knew what was going to happen*) a pudgy face, with a wide, almost toothless grin appeared before him. Green eyes bored into Cattnisp's. It shrieked awkwardly in the foreign language. Cattnisp believed they called the littlest one Finern. (Sounds like : Fee-nern)
Cattnisp didn't like Finern. Not at all. (Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Finern was too young to know that cats, especially Cattnisp, didn't like to have a lot of attention from three-year-olds*) Somehow, the littler one always managed to get under Cattnisp's pelt in every way. Sometimes literally. (Finern had once learned that pencils were indeed sharp enough to hurt kitties after his first and only attempt*) Finern's constant shrieks and whines for attention had annoyed him the most. (Only after the pencil stabbing had finally stopped*)
Finern tried to wedge his fat digits through the bars of the carrier Cattnisp was trapped in. The cat shrank to the back of the carrier, puffed up his fur and hissed menacingly. (Which for a psycho-cat can be very menacing and quite disturbing*) Finern immediately drew back and began crying about the "Mean wittle Kitty". Mom glanced into the carrier scowling at Cattnisp. She called down Ilor, scorning him while comforting "poor little" Finern. Yeah right. Ilor shouted something, but Mom cut him off and commanded him to go somewhere, for he stomped out of the house. Mom muttered something under her breath.
Picking up Finern, she fussed about and left the house as well, bring some sort of bag you hang off your back with her. Soon she came back and hastily picked up the carrier. Cattnisp yowled but she paid him no attention. She barged out the door, placing Cattnisp on the porch. (He could of sworn he heard faint snickers from under the old concrete porch*)
The door gave a click, then Mom picked the carrier again to the so called Car. (Cattnisp like other animals thought it was a giant monster that carriers things and people in its belly and takes them wherever they want*) Cattnisp didn't like the car either. It had the awkward sensation of moving fast an unatural grace. There was the occasional bump as well that scared the living hell out of Cattnisp, but Finern seemed to enjoy it. (Possibly because three-year-olds are easily amused and/or the cat and toddler were complete opposites*)
Cattnisp broke into a hissing fit, as she placed him in the back seat next to Finern. Ilor had taken the front seat, (Who could blame him? I'm pretty sure any thirteen year-old doesn't want to sit next to a howling cat and shrieking toddler*) and was currently listening to his weird music device called an iPod. Strange wires were jammed in his ears making weird noises. His mother scowled at him about something and the noises became quieter.
Fastening the seat-belt over the carrier, Mom said something to Cattnisp he didn't understand, (Probably telling him to shut-up*) then shut the car's door. She sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. Cattnisp jumped and meowed at the roar of the metal "monster". Mom yelled something again, obviously enraged. Ilor looked up and pulled a wire plug out of his ear. His mother and him began talking as she backed out of the drive-way. Cattnisp was oblivious to their conversation, already feeling the claustrophobia of the carrier and the car. He didn't even notice Finern or anyone until Mom had said, The Word.
Vet.
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Comment please.
Advice would be highly appreciated.
~ShadowRunner~
"I am the heart ache, you built by your deception..." - BVB, Heaven's Calling
