For Fuffy Bear

Part 1

Chelsy Jordan is my friend's nick name because she said I couldn't use her real name.(italics are for when Chelsy is talking) The cat's human name isn't the guys name he's baste off of eather.(bold is for when the cat/human is talking. And underline is for when Elizabeth is talking.)

Chelsy was riding her bike around her neighborhood one day looking for a cat she called Marshmello. But today Marshmello wasn't anywhere that Chelsy could see. Meow she heard.  She found a black cat. That cat looks emo, her thoughts told her. Mrow the cat said. That cat is so cute!!! Maybe I should take it home...she whispered to herself.

                                                                             ~~~Time Skip~~~

So you brought a random ass cat to your house? Right? Chelsy's best friend, Elizabeth said. The cat was a boy. He had big hazel eyes, black medium length fur that looked a bit messy but not too messy, and a pink nose.

Yes, yes I did. Got a problem with that?

Yes, kinda. If you can bring this random cat home, why didn't you bring Marshmello?

I don't know, maybe because SHE HAS AN OWNER!!!

I didn't see any collar on her.

She always hangs around that house dude.

...

You should get going so your Dad doesn't wonder where you are.

Alright, see you.

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Finally done with this damn bed for the cat. The cat bed Chelsy made was round and mostly black except for the navy blue bottom. There you go cat. Now go to sleep. Mreow. The cat goes to sleep.

In the morning when Chelsy wakes up, the cat isn't there. Good thing summer break just started so I have all the time in the world to look for that damn cat. Chelsy looked around the house for about an hour, alone because her brother is at military school and her mother is at work. CAT! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!?  ......mreow. Chelsy then saw the cat in the hallway.There you are!  When she said that, the cat booked it into an unknown part of her mom's bedroom. Hey! Get back here! ...No! DON'T TALK BACK T- Wait... Did you just freaking talk? NO! This is a dream. I'm going back to bed. When Chelsy get to her bedroom and layed down. But not even five minutes later, the cat came back in the room, sat on her stomach, and slapped her with his paw. Hey. I'm hungry. Get me something to eat before I get your slime and "accidentally" mess it up. You're not real. This is a dream. I beg to differ. If I'm still here when I scratch you, this is real. Okay? Fine you...stupid cat. WHAT DID YOU  CALL ME?! *scratch* See I'm still here. Now get me food! I still think this is a dream though... Chelsy then goes downstairs for cat food. Fuffy Chelsy's family use to have a cat named Gunner. But he ran away about a week ago and they weren't able to find him. There you go you damn cat. Enjoy yourself while I make my own god damn food.

                                                                         ~~~Time Skip~~~

Hey, I never caught your name. That's because I didn't throw it to you. Har-de-har-har. What's your name? Chelsy. Chelsy Jordan yours?  Felix. Okay. Felix.