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Ten mornings.

After her refreshing time out in the wilderness, and her short rest back at the duplex, Bobby felt it was time to go meet see people again. She made a pit-stop at the cafeteria and grabbed some food, this time it was much easier to keep it down. Grabbing some chocolare cake and fruit, the woman went in search of one person that was always on her mind. Colche reminded her so much of her own

children that the presence of the cheetah girl helped her cope with the Island. And, she had been away from everyone for so long. Her heart needed a little 'boost'.

Bobby stopped at the duplex and knocked, "Colche? Colche, are you there?"

She was of course in her duplex, her nose, firmly pressed in to her most recent book. She had discovered the joys of smaller text and a harder read by picking up Charlotts web which she now read, ever so slowly but surely spelling out the letters in to words. She had barely gotten a chapter in to the book, but already she was enjoying it, it was about a pig called wilbur. Her thought train was interrupted by the knock on her door, her blue eyes rose to look at it and a familiar voice echoed from the other side "Bobby!" she stated, ehr furrytail flickering as she waited for the door to open. It never was locked, she never quite got the jist of the key and door locking thing.

At the sound of her name, Bobby assumed it was okay to just open the door and walk in. When she did, she saw Colche with a book. Upon seeing the title, the woman couldn't help but laugh a little. A story about a pig... in which a pig interrupts; how ironic.

"How are you, dear?" Bobby asked as she walked over and sat down next to the girl. With a floruish of the hand, the woman exposed the chocolate cake, "And this... is for you!"

Colche grins broadly "Okay" she puurrs, taking the chocolate cake with a broad childhish grin. "Thankyou" she smiles gently taking a little bite out of the cake as she set her book down to keep her place. She wasn't sure where she came up with this idea, but it seemed like a good one, it meant she only had to readfrom the top of the page again instead of from the beginning. "Bobby good? Missed Me Birthday, seventeen now" she stated with a grin and a giggle "big princess Cheetah now" she smiles in a childish way closing her baby blue eyes, the smile on her lips speaking in reems of her 'accomplishment' at becoming a big cheetah insetad of a little one.

Bobby sighed sadly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea. I was..." she searched for the right words, "...I needed some time to myself for awhile and hadn't known. I am feeling better now, but I wish I hadn't missed you birthday."

At the girl's -no, young woman- pride, Bobby couldn't help but smiled and give her a one-armed hug, "Awww! They grow up so fast. Did you get a lot of gifts?"

Colche nodded "Uh huh, lots n lots, books, n tel..ee..scuh..oape" She still had to spell this word out, she ahdn't been out to play with it yet but Ambrose had said he would take her out to look at the stars with it. "Mommy, gave this" She pointed to the heart shaped locket around ehr neck and smiled happily. It was Aubreys last gift but her favourite thatw as for sure she wouldn't take it off for anything

Bobby stiffened at the mention of Colche's mother. She had no idea what the cheetah's relations were with other people, but the way she interpreted it: "Colche, you mother is here too?" Of course that sparked another question, one that she hadn't dared asked before. The passing of time was usually too depressing, "Do you know when you birthday was? Did anyone mention a date?"

Colche smiled and carefully, for the clasp was a bit fiddly, opened the locket to show the picture of Aubrey and the otehr of herself in her own. "Aubrey Mommy" She stated with a puur. Date? "Uhmm.. Birthday May first" she stated, hoping that was right. as far as she was concerened may first was again tomorrow, though obviously that wasn't true Aubrey had said soon last time maybe it would be soon again, she enjoyed ehr birthday alot

Aubrey? This wasn't the first time Bobby had heard of the woman. It may have been Colche herself who mentioned her before. But it was evident that the cheetah-child, young woman, loved this Aubrey very much. "May first?" Bobby muttered, musing over that. So, she was approaching about three months on this island. Three months without her husband, children, and friends.

Almost shaking herself away from the path those thoughts were leading her to, Bobby smiled. "You love your mommy very much, don't you?" She knew where this was going to lead her... but the day should not go un-appreciated; even if this would be the first time in about fifteen years that she was not the focus of the day.

Colche nodded. "Uh huh, Mommy rescued..me" she paused her ears flickering. Perhaps to many being turned in to a part animal thing was not rescue, but to Colche there was no betetr place to be. She had a family, friends and a mother and was spoiled completely rotten by Aubrey too. She owned so much now her presents lined the room, her books and dvd's on the book shelf in the corner being held up by several plushies.

Bobby grinned, a spark of happiness entering her eyes. If the life on the island was a rescue for someone, especially one as sweet as Colche, then she was glad it help at least one person... even though it ruined the lives of so many others. "Do you want to play a game, Colche? I think your mommy Aubrey would like it too."

She didn't really wait, pretty sure that the cheetah would like to do something nice for her 'mommy'. "You see, there is this day. It happens once every year, and it is when you get to do something nice for your mothers. This year, it is on May 14th. Here's the rules. First, find out what day it is." Bobby paused, giggling a little, "I wish I could help, but I am not sure. Then, you see how many days until the 14th. In that time, you can make something for Aubrey. Something that means a lot to you, and I'm sure she'll love it. And finally, when that big day finally comes, you can give it to her. Usually breakfast in bed accompanies it. If you want, I'd be glad to help you."

Bobby looked down at Colche, her eyes glittering.

Colche looked surprised at being told there was a day especially for Mothers. There had to be she supposed. Special people needed days. Of course finding out when the day was would eb the problem. "I make sumfink purty for Aubrey?" she asked wide eyed and bushy tailed. She looked at her art set, she could do something really special for Aubrey and give it to her. With a puurr she stood up and padded rather delecately to her desk picking up her art set she returned to her bed with it and grinned "Bobby tell when mothers day?" she tilted ehr head curiously, Bobby would be her best bet for finding out when mothers day was. Breakfast in bed though? That would maybe be a problem, where did Aubrey sleep? Questions questions. For now she would be sated to make something for Aubrey, at least then if mothers day was really soon she was ready for it.

Bobby struck a pose much like 'The Thinker'. She wasn't sure what day today was, so the woman could not give an exact date. If they were a day or two off, would Aubrey be really upset? She would be happy with the idea that Colche was thikning about her? Suddenly, Bobby was struck by an idea. She wanted to kick herself for nothing thinking of it before.

Without another word, Bobby bounded to Colche's intercom and pressed a button, "Hey! Hey you! Yeah, you on the other end, what day is it?"

After a pause, a voice answered, although a bit annoyed, "May fourth!"

Proud that they got an answer, Bobby turned to Colche "It's in ten days. So, in ten mornings," she held up her hands, and made a show to go through them, "starting with tomorrow as one, it will be Mother's Day!"

Colche bit her tongue, it took her a moment to take this in, "ten mornings." Her brow furrowed, perhaps she understood the concept or perhaps not, either way it was pretty soonm, ten mornings went pretty fast. Or as least she thought so, her perception of passing time was usually quite marred. "Okay" she stated after a long moments silence, ten mornings, okay.

Bobby smiled, "Now that you have a mission, would you like me to leave you? I would always like getting artwork from my children. They would bring breakfast in bed, like I mentioned, too... but I do not know if you can do that. My children were horrible cooks, but it was the thought and energy that mattered to be...."

Her smile turned sad, as she suddenly realized she would not have any more Mother's Day surprises from her children. It was amazing how something that she hadn't really thought about much before hurt so bad now that she could never enjoy it again.

Colche tilted her head. Bobby seemed sad but she didn't know way, putting her art kit down she padded over to Bobby and gave her a big hug "No sad, Make Bobby nice things too" she puurred snuggling the big woman without a moments hesitation. After a moment she put on a determined face and with one last hug she made ehr way to her bed and pulled out a coloured pencil. This would take alot of work.

Bobby gave Colche a hug back, enjoying the care and warmth that the cheetah emitted. "Thank you dear, I will be okay."

The pig was going to say more, but saw that Colche was soon entranced with the idea of artwork. She didn't want to interrupt, so instead Bobby went towards the door. Before exitting, she put the second piece of cake that she brought -originally intended for herslef- but the door. With one last glance to the busy cheetah, the pig snuck out to go for a walk. One lonely tear dripped down her cheek, but she quickly rubbed it away.

"Owowowowowowwowowowowowowowowow" If colche had ever watched greml;ins she could certainly be described as gizmo right now. Cute, and pouting and looking pained. Her head felt like somone had hit her with a board, though all she remembered was being knocked out. There was still a tingle at the base of her neck and her fingers went there to touch it only to draw away.

Sniffling she wondered what had gone on she had only had such a pain once before, the last time she had woken in the jungle to dead bodies. he was safe though and inside her duplex.

Faintly she remembered that ice took pain away so she stood from her bed and went padding off towards the cafeteria in search of ice and perhaps something chocolate coated to make her feel better. "owow" she mumbled getting up from ehr bed, she was achey all over, chocolate would make it better for sure.

Looking out the window she realised it was mid morning. How long had shee been asleep? she wasn't sure but it was definately another day. Shame she didn't know the days of the week really. Blinking owlishly she opened the door pausing to hold herself steady on the door frame. She felt sick and dizy. The sooner she got to the cafetteria the better, the dinner lady would make it better.