Kitten Tails (Hollstien)

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~Carmilla's P.O.V.~

I felt myself being thrown slightly forward, but before I could try to sink my claws into the ground, which was my first thought, a pair of warm hands clutched onto me, keeping me against the small space heater that was next to me. I let my eyes open, noticing the car had stilled. Laura pried the door open, jumping down onto the grass before setting me down carefully. I tried to walk once more with the harness on me, stumbling a bit before getting the hang of it. Laura guided me inside, letting the loop of the harness get on the doorknob to hold me in place. I plopped down by the door, watching Laura's dad struggle with the heavy stuff as Laura carried the little bowls and the outfits. Laura scurried inside, her dad following slowly, carrying everything else. I noticed the door wasn't open enough  for him to get through so I pressed my head to the heavy wood and proceeded to push, trying to make it open wider. I heard Laura's giggle as she saw me and helped me push it open. Her dad walked in, smiling behind everything.

"Thank you sweetie, thank you Cupcake." He grinned at us both, lumbering into the kitchen. I let myself lazily lay down on the floor, when I felt a gentle tug on my harness. I turned my head, looking over slowly to see Laura holding it. I hoisted myself up and walked towards her, looking around, inspecting the house. I noticed there was only pictures of her and her father. She was apparently an only child. The decor lacked feminine touch which said it had been years since she had left them. I looked over to the small girl, noticing that at first glance you'd never her pain. Her blond hair was shining in the sun that came in through the sliding doors in her kitchen. Her whole being seemed to glow along with it, she was a small beam of sunshine that had somehow managed to stay earthbound and decided to reside inside the small girl. I was transfixed by the brightness and made my way forward, to try and get a glimpse of her face in the sunlight but she seemed to sense my shift and turned to me, only half her face still illuminated. I stopped in my tracks and she stopped with me. Her face remained in the same position, still smiling brightly, the one iris that the sun was hitting seemed to light on fire with intensity. I shook my head clear before beginning to walk again, huffing slightly to myself. I knew that I was going to have to be constantly reminding myself that this was only temporary.

'Only until she doesn't need me.' I said to myself. Laura just continued walking forward when I kept walking, waiting for me patiently, probably thinking I was becoming familiar with their home. My ear twitch as her dad set down the bowls and pried open one of the cans of tuna. Thank the gods, I was starving! In a very catlike style I sprinted forward, noticing the small girl running after me by the soft noises her sandals were making against the wooden floor. When we arrived, I decided to mewl excitedly, opting out for acting like a regular cat for now. He handed the small can of tuna to Laura and grabbed the other bowl heading towards the sink to fill it with water. Laura leaned over and dumped the can in the bowl with a small fish skeleton printed at the bottom with FOOD printed in bold letters on the side. I immediately dug in, chomping down at the food like there was no tomorrow. I didn't even notice when they pulled the harness off of me. What I DID notice was when the small girl sat next to me and watched me as I ate, then I felt a featherlight gentle stroke on my spine. When I stopped eating, I felt the small touch freeze and I could hear her shaky breath, she was scared, but I just let myself get back into eating, feeling the small stroke starting again a few seconds after that.

"Laura, why don't you let Cupcake eat and look around while we set up her things?" The little girl looked up and nodded eagerly before running off. I let myself relax some more, drinking some water, then licked my lips clean as I started padding around to explore. When you came into their home, there was a staircase up, to the left of the house was the living room where 2 couches and a lazyboy were along with a tv and assorted consoles and games, to the right was apparently on office but the furniture looked dusty and unused, papers littering it and the floor, beside the staircase there was a short hallway that led to the kitchen that took up most of the back of the house, having the dining table in the same room. The kitchen took up the right side of the huge room and the dining room took up the left, a sliding door that led to the backyard behind the table. The yard was fenced and green with a large mesquite tree which contained a large organic looking treehouse. I walked down the short hall back towards the front door, and started hopping up the stairs, stopping around half way to gasp for air. I don't remember stairs being so hard to master. Then I decided to test the theory that cat people would do anything for their pets. Since they were nowhere in sight on the first floor, they had to be in the second one, there was 3 doors, 2 white, and one with a pinkish tint. I sucked in a deep breath and started mewling like a madman. I heard steps immediately, the pink door opening rapidly, the small ray of sunshine appearing behind it.