Mosskit Book 2: The Journey

Chapter 8

            Frosty had stayed outside for awhile just thinking about what had happened. Gloria had gone back inside, but Frosty had stayed. He didn't want to go back inside. He hated being a kittypet. There was nothing he could do though.

            Why did Ginger have to die? he thought. If Ginger had lived, Frosty wouldn't be stuck in this mess. He'd be learning how to fight and hunt. Maybe one day he could return home, even.

            After awhile, Frosty got the courage to come back inside the twoleg nest. When he entered, he noticed the third bowl on the floor. It was bright pink with the words "Rose" labeled on it. Frosty looked up to see Rose with her new collar. It was also bright pink.

            "Hey, Frosty! Where were you? We missed you," she said.

            Frosty growled. "I was just outside."

            "Oh were you talking to that new she-cat, Gloria? I've heard she's adorable. I want to meet her!" Rose exclaimed.

            Rose meeting Gloria? This would be interesting. Frosty sighed. "Okay, follow me, I guess," he said, leading her outside.

            "Gloria!" Frosty yowled.

            The black she-cat padded out of her house and jumped on the fence. "Oh, I see this is the new cat, huh?"

            Rose nodded. "Hi, I'm Rose. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.

            Something was up with this Rose. She seemed sort of evil the way she talked to and about Gloria.

            Gloria let out a growl. "What a fancy purebred you are."

            "Best in the business," Rose proclaimed.

            "It must have cost a lot of money to get you," Gloria insisted.

            "Of course it did!" Rose hissed.

            "Uh how about we all go inside now," Frosty suggested.

            "Quit it, Frosty," Gloria hissed.

            "Where did they find you? On the street?" Rose laughed.

            "That's it!" Gloria hissed. She leapt down from the fence and pinned Rose down.

            "Help me! Oh, help me!" Rose mewed.

            Frosty rolled his eyes.

            "Stay away from me!" Gloria hissed.

            "Fine!" Rose hissed back.

            Gloria let go and Rose scampered back inside.

            "I'm sorry about that," Frosty said. "She's a little braggy."

            "I see," Gloria growled. "Why don't you go comfort your future mate, then?!"

            "Why are you acting so angry?" Frosty asked.

            Gloria hissed. "I'm not angry!"

            "You're hissing at me right now," Frosty said.

            "I'm sure Rose doesn't hiss at you like that!"

            "Gloria, what is your problem with Rose?" Frosty asked.

            Gloria growled, gave on last look at Frosty, and jumped over the fence, back into her house. Frosty shrugged. Then it suddenly hit him. Gloria was jealous of Rose. It wasn't because Rose was a purebred and costed a lot of money. It was because Gloria...liked him!

            "Wait, Gloria!" Frosty yowled. The she-cat didn't come out of her twoleg nest.

            Frosty sighed and padded back inside. "Oh, Frosty! I was beginning to worry!" Rose exclaimed. "Are you hurt? Did that mean old she-cat beat you up too?"

            "Leave me alone, Rose," Frosty said.

            Rose looked shocked. "I was just trying to help. Maybe you just need some rest. I moved your bed right next to mine, so it will be all comfy."

            Frosty rolled his eyes. "Okay," he said.

            He almost laughed when he saw that the two beds almost overlapping each other. When Rose wasn't looking, Frosty slowly pushed it away, and laid down in his bed. Only one thought went through his mind. I like Gloria and she likes me.