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Post by orinocoflow on Aug 29, 2011 2:54:44 GMT -5
only for you Furb I would lose much-needed sleep in the middle of hte night XD i LOVE this story! i dont even know where to begin, but let's start with...ALL OF IT!!! please update soon!!!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2011 12:28:56 GMT -5
Ori, you know you love me. And I'm so glad! Seems most of my fellow cat loves do! But I think we're biased! LOL!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2011 17:41:59 GMT -5
“I can’t believe George has us doing this…” Ryan moaned as he prowled the sidewalk to the outskirts of the city, getting closer and closer to suburbia.
“Is it really that bad?” Damian asked fearful.
“I’m not sure.” Ryan admitted.
“It’s FINE.” Paul insisted once more.
“I hear people try to grab you.” Ryan told the kitten. “So be on the lookout.”
Damian’s ears shot up. “Pick us up? Like to…pet us?”
“Yes.” Paul said. “That’s all. They think we’re cute, so they want to pet us.”
“I’ve never been petted before…” Damian said.
“Neither have I.” Ryan said. “And I don’t plan to. What a violation…”
Paul rolled his eyes, but they continued to the mouth of the neighborhood. A huge roadside sign told them they were there.
“It’s about time.” George said from on top of it. He jumped down a moment later. “Late twice in as many days?” he arched his brow. “Not like you.”
Ryan ignored him. “Where’s Keith?”
George used his tail to point towards the sign again. They now saw Keith clinging to the top of it, hanging on for dear life.
“You can’t make me!” He screeched. “I ain’t going in! I’m not! I’m NOT!”
“Keith, come down!”
“I don’t wanna do it without you!” Damian mewed.
“Or you could stay up there and you can leave my place alone.” Paul stretched out and laid on the sidewalk, frustratingly closing his eyes.
“I’m not coming down! Not for NOTH-“
Just then, a flash of something came and bonked him on the head.
“Hey!” Keith stood and nearly toppled over as he whipped his head back and forth. “Ryan, did you throw that!?”
“It came from the other direction.”
Keith whirled around and growled when he saw it. There was a squirrel in one of the tall pine trees, on its back, laughing hysterically.
“Hey!” Keith hissed.
It stood and stuck out its tongue before sprinting down the tree.
“get back here!” he growled, going to jump off the sign when another acorn hit his ear. With a waggle of his bum, he flew from and into the neighborhood.
“NO!” Damian yelled. “Don’t go in alone!”
“Come on!” George yelled, breaking into a run to get inside.
Once they surpassed the wall, they could see what could only be described as a pin ball game, with Keith the ball in question. As the squirrel jumped from limb to limb, Keith would clamor one step behind, smacking into leaves, and howling as the woodland creature continued to throw his meal at the yellow kitty.
George sighed as he took it all in.
“Shouldn’t we help him?” Damian asked, staring at the race in wonder.
“He’ll handle it.” George told him, settling down next to a tree and closing his eyes to take a nap. “I’m gonna get you!” he yowled, beginning to stray further behind. Just then, the rodent jumped from the trees and looked back, laughing again as it ran.
The elder white cat, eyes still closed, stuck out his paw, which the squirrel promptly ran into. It shot back, on the flat of his back and shook its head. “Wh…What!?”
A second later, Keith pounced from the tree and landed on the squirrel’s tail. He placed one paw on its chest and glared into its eyes, his own looking vaguely psychotic. “I GOT IT!” he cheered, looking about for his round of applause. “…now what do I do with it?”
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on Aug 30, 2011 19:34:45 GMT -5
LOL!!!!! Update soon please!!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 30, 2011 19:42:54 GMT -5
Love this update Furb! I could so see KittyKeith hanging on to that sign for dear life! And techinically George caught the squirrel for Keith! But Keith does not realize that! Plus him trying t figure out what to do now is priceless! PLEASE UPDATE SOON!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2011 22:46:24 GMT -5
Soon! The next update is ready! I'll post tomorrow morning if everyone reads tonight! Let me know if you do, kay guys!
Yes, he did, but Keith won't admit that to himself! LOL!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 30, 2011 22:58:33 GMT -5
Just like he won't admit to building a certain Glass tower at Dinner with Hannah and Damian! By the way love that pic! I would love to be sitting where Hannah was!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2011 16:21:31 GMT -5
Anyone ready for that update?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2011 19:31:17 GMT -5
Let me know if I need to slow down!
“I think you eat it.” Damian told him, watching the thing in curiosity.
“Eat it!?” Keith’s lip curled in disgust. “Here? Now? It’s not cooked!”
“Ooh…” the squirrel’s eyes rolled back and he fell limp.
“City cat.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to eat it raw. And it’s not supposed to faint.”
Keith let up on the rodent a little when he saw it passed out. “But I won’t I like, get poisoning or something if I eat it raw?”
“We’re cats,” George pointed out. “We aren’t people. We’re supposed to eat things raw.”
“You’ve been in the city too long.”
Keith poked at it a few times. “I think I prefer the city…”
The squirrel groaned and opened one eye. “If you let me go, I’ll make it worth your while!”
Ryan peered over Keith’s shoulder and glowered at hi would-be meal. “And what could you do for us?”
“Guys…” Paul poked Ryan with his white tipped paw. “We need to go.”
“I’m hungry!” Damian cried.
“How do we cook this thing?” Keith asked, still pinning it to the ground.
“You don’t cook it.” Ryan insisted. “You just eat it.”
“Please!” The squirrel clapped its hands together and began to plead. “I’ll do anything!”
“Oh, let me,” Ryan started to overtake the rodent.
“Guys,” Paul said nervously. “I know where we are…we gotta get out of here.”
“Why?” George asked, now tense and looking around with one eye.
“This is Mrs. Curtis’s yard!”
Keith stood. “Who’s Mrs. Curt-“
As soon as the weight from his chest was lifted, the squirrel, whose name they would soon know to be Wilson, jumped to his hind legs. “You won’t be sorry!” he cried before taking off and hiding in a hole in one of the oaks.
“Keith!” Ryan scolded, ears glued to his skull. “You let him get away!”
“Oh well.” Keith shrugged as best he could. “We could just go and…” he trailed off, his nose now in the air. “Do you smell that?”
Damian’s stomach growled in reply. “Yeah…”
Keith licked his chops. “It’s…CHICKEN!” he took off in a gallop towards the large two story house that was just behind all the trees he had been scaling.
“No, Keith!” Paul bolted after him. “Don’t!”
Ryan ran with them as well, though whether it was to satisfy his stomach or chase Keith, George was unsure.
“Wait up!” Damian tried to run with them, but his paw slipped on the loose leaves the tree was spitting down on them.
“No.” George said calmly, putting his paw in front of the kittens chest when he tried to go after them. “Stay here.”
Keith was pulling himself up the side of the house, climbing to the open window. “Do you smell that?” he asked the other two cats.
“Get down Keith! That’s Mrs. Curtis’s house!”
“I don’t care! That’s chicken in there!”
Just then, he hoisted himself into the window and out of sight.
“No! Keith!” Ryan jumped to follow him when something grabbed he scruff of his neck, stunning him into absolute stillness.
“Well…what’s this?”
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Post by celticbear on Aug 31, 2011 21:06:12 GMT -5
Well Well some things never change! Even as a Cat Keith goes off without knowing the whole story! Wonder who has Ryan? UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 31, 2011 22:55:55 GMT -5
LOL this is awesome!!!!!!!! poor Ryan...hahaha!! Best.Line.Ever: "I've never been petted before..." "Neither have I...and I don't plan to. What a violation!" HAHAHAHAHA!! update!!
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Post by celticthunder1510 on Sept 1, 2011 11:30:43 GMT -5
This is a good story except what does Mrs. Curtis do to poor Keith Cat? UPDATE!!
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Post by orinocoflow on Sept 1, 2011 23:14:31 GMT -5
great update, as usual! “City cat.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to eat it raw. And it’s not supposed to faint.” “I’ve never been petted before…” Damian said. “Neither have I.” Ryan said. “And I don’t plan to. What a violation…” LOVE these lines! Please update soon!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 0:04:13 GMT -5
Ryan’s feet curled up to his body, almost making him look shriveled. He strained his eyes to see behind him, and see who was holding him.
Just as he did, she swung over and slammed the window shut.
“Keith!” Damian cried, bolting forward, only to have George snatch him also by the back of his neck and hop behind the oak. His paw covered the kittens mouth.
Paul looked up at her. Mrs. Curtis. He had only seen her from afar before. She was a brittle old lady, but apparently had a strong arm. In one swoop, she was holding Paul the same way she was Ryan.
“What do we do with you?” she asked, just as Keith threw himself against the window, half the carcass hanging from his mouth as he pawed at the window.
She started moving towards the front door, and it was all Paul and Ryan could do to see each other. They couldn’t even talk.
“No! Paul! Keith! Ryan!” Damian tried to scurry out from the tree, but George kept hold of his tail.
The door shut.
“We have to help them!” Damian yelled. “Why didn’t you help them!?”
“If we’d have gone over there, we would have ended up the same.” George told him. “We WILL get them out, Damian.”
The kitten’s eyes were huge and watery as he looked up to the alpha. “But…George…”
He wrapped his tail around him comfortingly, a sort of hug. “Don’t worry Damo. We will get them.”
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Ryan yeowled as he was plopped onto cold, hard floor. Paul was dropped next to him.
“Let me go get that rotten friend of yours.” Mrs. Curtis said before shutting the door.
Ryan’s eyes were still looking up to where she had been. “Is that what prey feels like?” he panted.
“I think so.” Paul said, shaking his head.
“I’m never hunting again.”
Just then, the door was opened slightly, and in was tossed a wad of yellow fur, straight into a huge porcelain dish.
Known to humans as a toilet.
“What is this place!?” Keith demanded to know as he heaved his dripping body from the water, spitting what was left of the chicken out.
“I think this is…I’m not sure.” Paul admitted, taking in the surroundings. It was small, even by cat standards, and all white. There were three tubs of some sort, one Keith one in, and two with spickets above them. A bathtub, and a sink.
The kitties, of course, had no idea what these things where.
Keith began to lift himself from the toilet, clinging to whatever he could find, which happened to be a silver handle, When he pressed down on it, the water began to swirl, and suck him down with it.
“Get me out!!!” He screeched, his words being garbled.
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Post by orinocoflow on Sept 2, 2011 0:30:55 GMT -5
LOL update soon please! Get Keith out of that toilet! XD
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