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Classy was being a bloody pain in Amara's $@#, driving her absolutely up the wall. She couldn't tell why that was, and all she could think of was tracking Sue down to ask him for cat help. After the first couple of times that Classy had left a 'present' in Amara's shoes, she had started keeping them in the closet, hidden away from badly behaved kittens. Scowling, Amaravati hefted Classy up onto her shoulder, and the mau began to knead her. With an inarticulate growl, the girl stalked out of her dorm room, searching for Sue. See, there was only one problem with this... Sue hadn't given her his address, and she couldn't find him anywhere.

Maybe if she looked for cats she'd be able to find him. She was pretty sure she could recognize his cats. They tended to be smarter than average, or at least, she thought they were. For the way that they responded to Sue, they must have been. Balancing the kitten on her shoulder, she hefted her purse, and escaped the school. Classy was trying to be helpful, mewing, and making little curious chirps along the way, leading her to a whole lot of nothing... and then she thought she caught a glimpse of another cat. Hmmn. She didn't think she'd seen a tail like that before, and she'd seen her share of cat tails, thanks to Sue.

"Here kitty kitty!" Amara called, trying to get the attention of the elusive cat. Where had it gone? $@%#it, why was tracking Sue down so very, very hard? ... And why exactly did she think that finding a kitty would help her with it? ^$%#ing stupid of her, really. Ah well. Where the was one cat, there might be more, and if there were more, maybe one of them would be one of his? She knelt down awkwardly, balancing precariously on her heels, and Classy leaped off of her shoulder. "God$@#^it, cat!" Bad. Bad kitty! "Come back here! Oohhh Sue is going to kill me!"

"Classy come back here, you ridiculous cat!" Of all the kittens in the world, Amara had had to end up with this one. ... Of course. She was supposed to be Sue's cat, but it was fairly evident that Sue fully intended to shove Classy off on Amara. Brat. "Bloody %$#@, Classy. Why are you being so difficult?" Mew, mew mew mew mew... yeeoowl! Helpful. Real helpful. Little did she know that the kitten was in fact saying how nice it was to see Zue, and asking him why he was running away from her! She hadn't seen him in ages. Why was he so small? Sue was big! She remembered that Sue was big.

Grumbling to herself, Amaravati picked her way toward the kitten, suppressing a sigh at how impossible said kitten was being. "Hey, Classy! Come back here!" If she lost that cat because of the big tom, she was going to be so pissed. Trust Classy to find a playmate that she couldn't keep up with. Following the sounds, Amara was surprised to hear a very human voice cutting through the mewling. ... Huh. Well, probably someone in one of the buildings nearby. Mewwl! Meeow! Mew, mew mew mew mew! Meeehh! Determined little kitten.

The kitten in question had Zue cornered, and was up on her front paws, one paw resting on Zue as she licked his face. That was how Amara found them. "Aww, you made a new friend! How cute. Hey pretty kitty, whatcha doing just wandering around here? Don't you have a home to go to?" He was hissing up a storm there, and Classy was ignoring him. Apparently Classy had inherited Amara's ability to simply bulldoze right over any young man's complaints. Not surprising, given who she spent most of her time with.

Classy was having none of that. Making pitiful, sad little mews, she licked Zue determinedly. Meewww mew mew mew meeeooowwll mewww! But you love me, right? Zue didn't want her to go away, did he? When he knocked her over, she sat back on her haunches, and gave him more pathetic mews. She had missed Sue very much! Why did he want her to go away? Amara was silly when Sue wasn't around! Meeww! She had shoes, everywhere! There were enough shoes that Classy didn't have to try very hard to puke in one of them, to inform her mistress that she was very unhappy. Tail twitching, she leaped back to Zue's side, and licked him some more.

Please come back home? her mewls said. "Classy, what the $*#@? Leave him al-- Oh my god, aren't you just the prettiest kitty!" With the light shifting onto Zue, she could make out the purple in his fur, and she had never seen a purple cat before! Holy crap, he had a pretty coat. Kneeling down, she scratched under his chin and behind his ears. "What are you doing out here, sir kitty? You're obviously a boy cat... no mistaking that. That fur looks luxurious. Why don't you have a collar?" Was she babbling? She was fairly sure that she was babbling.

Babbling at a cat. Of all the ridiculous notions. But he truly was a very lovely shade of purple. "Huh. Your fur's a lot like my hair, isn't it?" And we're cuddling the kitty, and we're cuddling the kitty-- and we're stopping... Why are we stopping? Classy hissed, her little body bunched up, fur standing on end. Whatever she'd seen, she didn't like. "Mew!" said Classy indignantly, hissing furiously at a raccoon that was far, far too close for her comfort. "Woah! Back off!" Amara had absolutely no affection for raccoons. Raccoons had rabies, didn't they?

"Oh $%#@ no," Amara said when the raccoon looked like it was going to go after the big purple kitty. "You leave him alone, you stupid %^$*ing thing!" Taking her purse, she walloped the raccoon with it, sending him sprawling onto his side. "That's right, you better not touch my kitten, or this big guy. If you come near me again, I will end you!" ... Yes, because fighting a raccoon totally required blustering. Totally. Well, %#*$ that. She was here to see what Classy had been mewling about, and now that she'd seen it, she wanted to take him home with her, just as Zue had feared.

Classy's fur stood on end as she hissed at the raccoon, echoing Zue's sentiments with mighty mews! She took a swipe in the raccoon's direction, tail in the air, hind end wiggling as she bunched up her little body to pounce. "Hsssssssssst!" It would be very afraid! She knew it would be a-- IT WAS RUNNING AT HER! Classy darted back as quickly as her tiny paws would carry her, hiding behind her Sue. Mew meww meew mew meewwwll! It is very scary and has sharp teeth! I saw them! ... But that wasn't enough for Classy. With another fearsome cry, she leaped out from behind Zue to pounce at it again--

Only to be stopped by Amara's foot. "Uh uh, kitten. That thing is maybe ten times your size. You are so not going near it again." Meeeww! Classy disagreed. ... Classy, however, was distracted by the ribbons on Amaravati's shoes, pausing to bat at them curiously. "I thought so." Frowning at the raccoon, Amara jutted her chin forward. "You think you can mess with my cat? Think again." Another swing of the purse sent the raccoon flying... where it hit the nearby wall, and jumped, scrabbling away from them. "Are you okay, sir kitty?" Glancing down, she took in the tom cat's posture, deciding that he probably was. "You're a good cat... how come you don't have a home?"

"Stubborn, eh? Bet you're a proud beastie... but y'see, I've got a friend who likes to take care of cats, and I thought maybe if I brought you to him, he'd be--" More likely to spend time with her? ... Pathetic. "Pah, what's the use in talking to a cat? It's not like you can understand me." Still, it had been some time since she'd last seen Sue, and that stung a little. Did he not want to follow through with his promise to go to the Prom with her? Not that that mattered so much, it was just that he was sort of the only real friend she had. ... Not that she'd tell him so. "He's my only friend, and... " $@#*it, she was babbling at a cat. "I haven't seen him in awhile. I don't suppose you know where to find Sue?" Probably not, for all that he was a cat.

Amara sighed, resigned to more fruitless searching. Still, there was the chance that wherever this cat was going, it might take her where she wanted to go. ... Of course, that sounded absolutely pathetic. Meeww mew meeewwwll mew mew! Classy seemed rather confused by Sue's behavior. Where are you going? I missed you! Come back! The kitten galloped after the tom cat, and Amara was 'forced' to follow. ... There wasn't a lot in the way of forcing there, but hey, appearances were important. "$%#@it, Classy!" The kitten was absolutely impossible, refusing to give up on whatever it was she'd decided about the bigger cat. Amara could only wonder what she wanted.

Maybe cats needed feline attention... she hadn't really asked Sue for details. Man, it was %@#*ing weird talking to a cat. Weirder than just scolding Classy. Classy was her kitten, so it didn't seem as strange. Anything that was Amara's responsibility was treated to the same sort of scolding and care. Amara, who couldn't speak cat, didn't quite pick up on Zue's disinterest, following him as her kitten followed him, still somewhat confused by the latter's behavior. What exactly had gotten into that fool kitten's head? At least the raccoon didn't seem likely to follow. That was all she %#*@ing needed. First ornery cats, then pissed off coons? No thank you!

... Of all of the most humiliating things that Amara could think of, this probably made the top of the list. %#*, it probably wasn't even on the #%^$ing list, because it was that embarrassing. Amaravati was never that down on herself. Still, if she had been going for broke on the pitiful scale, this certainly would've done it.

"Wait! Come back!" Legging it after a big, fluffy tom cat was definitely not what she'd imagined doing with her time. Worse yet was when the sodding tom cat won the speed race. Okay, okay, no surprise that pretty shoes with ribbons and all weren't up to the task of tearing off after an erstwhile feline.

Bloody cats. See, this was why she just couldn't understand Sue's fascination with the beasties. Of course, Classy would take the moment when she had formed a dislike of feline tomfoolery and feline behavior in general to make the most pathetic mew imaginable. Glancing down, Amara was treated (if one could call it that) to the sight of a very sad kitten pawing at the place where Zue had been.

... Oh god. That... that just wasn't $@%#ing fair! Watching Classy attempt to summon the cat back with her pitiful sounds was tantamount to Chinese Water torture.

"... Blast it."

Amara straightened, her expression blank in the instant that she realized whose voice that was. ... Who that was. Then, in the next instant, she crossed the distance, and enfolded him in a bear hug. "^#$#it, Sue, do you ever return you god%*#@ calls?" She's started to worry, she really had. Shifting, arms around his neck, probably near bowling him over, she leaned back a bit so that she could look up into his face.

"Of course it's been awhile! That's what happens when you just disappear! You are so in trouble. What the $#%? You're supposed to be my prom date! ... And we're going to have to rush to find the right stuff, now, and I couldn't even %#$^ing remember where I saw you last." That slightly accusatory statement was followed with more hugging, and then a rather dry remark.

"... I should've figured when I saw a stray cat that you wouldn't be far behind."

Classy, who had recognized Sue from the get go, made a questioning mew, and leaned up on his leg, peering up at him. Meww mew mewwl meeh mew? How did you get so big, again? He had been Classy-sized! ... Almost. Still bigger. But he had! She had known he was Sue, though. Sue was Sue. Sue sounded the same. ... Why did mommy not understand that?