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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:05 pm
Marie hadn’t been in Destiny City long when the first strange thing had happened. Granted, people disappeared all the time, and that was sad enough, but fifty-nine people disappearing all at once? That was very sad and very strange, and as a result Marie had turned to stress-baking and had baked more cakes, cookies, and pies then she knew what to do with. Some had been donated, some had been given to friends, and others had been foisted onto unsuspecting strangers. The last had the benefit of turning strangers into friends – or what Marie decided were friends – and she was on her way to visit some of these new friends when something strange happened.
Very strange.
The world was getting bigger. At least, she was pretty sure it was getting bigger; could be that she was getting smaller. Maybe the mushrooms in that pasta had been magic mushrooms? Odd that she wasn’t feeling any other effects though.
And poof! Things looked different now. Felt and sounded different too. Blinking, Marie went to wave a hand in front of her eyes when she realized that her senses weren’t the only thing that had changed: she had gotten hairer. That and she had a paw instead of a hand.
Well, that was queerer then a singing crawfish!
Marie sat back on her now furry rump and considered the situation. Immediately, one pressing concern presented itself:
“ How’m I gonna cook dinner wit' no thumbs?”
Oh hey, she could still talk! That was a bonus.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:33 pm
The whole ordeal with the Mauvian transport machine had not gone well at all. It had in fact thrown the poor manx cat into a wall. For a larger creature, it might not have hurt too much, but for a smaller cat like *********, it did not feel too good.
Once she had left the warehouse, she was limping quite noticeably as she resumed making her rounds. Just because she was hurting didn't mean she should stop doing her job as a guardian cat. As she hobbled along, she managed to catch the sound of someone talking about a lack of thumbs.
...wait... what?
Lofting a kitty brow, the spotted manx began to make her way towards the commotion. Eventually she managed to spy a brown cat that had a silvery star upon its forehead. ********* was one of the more active felines in the city and she thought she knew every guardian there was to know.
Cautiously, she made her way over towards the other feline, asking "What was that about no thumbs?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:57 pm
The larger, chubby brown cat was still staring at her paw when the ********* approached, trying to will thumbs to appear.
“ Well, I got myself turned into a cat – not real sure how, could be some bad mushrooms – and now I got no thumbs. Dis will make cookin’ mighty tricky.”
For some reason, Marie was more worried about cooking – and sewing and cutting hair – then she was about being a cat. Had her priorities in order, she did. When Marie finally looked up, she had another reason to worry less about being a cat: cats were cute. This little gray cat that had appeared was no exception. In fact, Marie’s tail had started swishing and she had to restrain herself from cooing.
“ Hey dere sweetie! You got turned into a cat too?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:11 pm
"...turned... into a cat?"
For some reason, the manx had an idea as to what might have caused this problem. The machine hadn't exactly done what it was supposed to, so why not have a strange side effect as well?!
The mention of cooking didn't seem to go ignored. "You're making me hungry," she mewled out in a nearly pitiful manner. It didn't really matter what this cat used to be able to cook. Fact was she (obviously a she considering the voice) was able to cook food. Any food was good food.
However, her thoughts of the potential treats she'd be able to get eventually seemed to vanish at the question of "You got turned into a cat too?"
"Mmmmmmmmm...." ********* mouth stretched out widely before she eventually giving a response. "Something like that..." With that, she chuckled slightly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:41 pm
Little cat was cute. Little cat was hungry. This wouldn’t do.
Marie’s tail had switched from swishing to twitching in agitation as she considered the situation. Normally she’d herd her new friend – yes, Marie had already decided that the tail-less cat was a friend – home and cook her a hearty meal, but again, no thumbs. Oh, Marie didn’t like this, if only-
“ Pie!” Marie exclaimed suddenly. “ I made a pie last night and left it sittin’ on my counter. Don’t need no thumbs to get to it.”
Then she realized that she was a cat, and that even if she hadn’t developed the urge to eat mice, perhaps pie wasn’t her new friend’s thing.
“ You do eat pie, don’t ya’? You got a star like da other kitty, so I’m guessin’ you got good taste like da other kitty.” Marie was kinda slow on the uptake, but she was getting there. “ Makes sense if y’all both used to be human too.”
Not quite the right conclusion, not that she knew it. It was a kinda depressing train of thought anyway, so Marie hurriedly shook it away.
“ So, how ‘bout it? You up for some pecan pie?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:57 pm
If it was possible for the small cat's eyes to sparkle, they certainly were the moment that single syllable word came out of the brown cat's mouth.
"Pie?" If there was any way to tell that the manx approved, the tone of her voice reeked of giddy excitement. It was also easy to spy that the guardian began to bounce up and down in place.
In an enthusiastic tone, she then sang out a small random jingle endorsing this deal. "I approve... pie, wonderful pie... pie, yum for my tummy! Everyone loves pie! Hurray for the yummy!" With an airy giggle, she then had to mention something. "You talk like how one of my girls does. Are you from Louisiana like him?"
Yes, the gender association terms didn't match. It was a complicated situation that ********* wasn't going to explain right off the top of her head.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:12 pm
Marie was amused by ********* antics, and though the manx didn’t know it, she was sealing a subconscious thought in the brown cat’s mind: ********* was, for all intents in purposes, a kitten. And since Marie considered her a kitten, that meant that she should be cared for as such.
The mis-matched gender terms didn’t confuse Marie. Being a hair dresser and hailing from New Orleans, she had seen all sorts. All sorts. She just figured the other cat was talking about a trannie.
“ Yup, I’m fresh from New Awlins.” Because locals said New Awlins, not New Orleans. “ Always glad to hear ‘bout other Cajuns up here.”
Marie stood. “ Well, let’s go get some yummy, shall we?”
And because Marie’s mind had decided that ********* was a kitten, and because Marie was now a cat with some cat instincts, she did what felt natural: she trotted over to ********* and picked her up by the scruff of her neck, intending to carry her to her house.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:46 pm
Her eyes rolled up slightly as she tried to think about how long ago it had been since she encountered her defective girl. It had been about a year now that the cat thought about it. "I don't think he's so fresh anymore... plus I think he lived out here for a while before he left and came back again."
Her head bobbed up and down, her collar jingling with the motion. That was, until she was picked up like a kitten. Certainly many had confused her for such because she wasn't too big, but she certainly wasn't a kitten.
"Heeeeeeyyyyy.... I'm perfectly capable of walking!" She squirmed slightly in the other cat's hold. However, it seemed that the tailless feline of the pair was just stuck as the role of the baby.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 11:58 am
Marie paid no heed to ********* protests, just purred and headed towards her house. Thankfully she hadn’t gotten too far from home, so despite now being a fat cat with a big passenger/cargo, it didn’t take too terribly long to get to the cozy bungalow.
Marie’s captive audience was finally freed when the brown cat came to a stop at a hole in the side gate.
“ House came wit’ a kitty flap on da back door. We can get in dat way.”
The gap in the fence would’ve been easy to get through for your average cat, but Marie was not your average cat. She was fatter, clumsier, and unused to her feline body, and as a result Marie got stuck for a moment before she finally managed to wiggle her way through.
“ Come on sweetie!”
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 12:38 pm
********* wriggled and fussed, but she didn't complain aloud. Especially once her nose was already catching the scent of pie. It was times like this she somewhat wished she didn't have a good sense of smell. It made it pretty difficult to not be hungry all of the time.
As she was set down, the manx's green eyes glanced about, checking the area out. Mentally, she was trying to add this place into her map of places to go for food. The brown cat had no idea what sort of can of worms she was opening up at the moment by inviting the small cat to her place. She was even pointing out that there were easy ways to get into the living quarters.
"Do you actually own a pet cat? Um..."
Oh yeah, she forgot to get names earlier. "Might I ask what your name is?" As the other cat got stuck for a brief moment, the manx used her head for a brief moment to push the other's rump until the rump had managed to squeeze through. Then ********* followed in suit, trotting along cheerfully because there was pie.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 2:39 pm
“ Thank ya’ sugar! And no, no pets. Didn’t need one back in New Awlins; had a goodly number of people always comin’ and goin’ from my house.” A goodly number meaning that at any given moment, someone was crashing at her house, just the way she liked it. “ ‘course now I know less people, so I don’t always got someone to let me in if I lock myself out. Keep a key inside the kitty door for times like dat.”
That she was telling a strange talking cat all the ways to break into her house didn’t seem to register with Marie. Nope, far as she was concerned, she was just shooting the breeze with a friend.
Oh! And hey, the kitty was right; she hadn’t learned her new friend’s name.
“ I’m Marie, but I also answer to Big Mama. What’s your name?”
The cat flap looked more like a small dog flap and Marie had no trouble getting through it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:11 pm
"It sounds like you enjoy having good company, Marie!" ********* was no Cheshire cat, but she was able to smile as the woman-turned-cat reminisced about times she spent in New Orleans. It was something the manx could relate to, even if she never had been the most stationary of animals. In her travels about the city, she enjoyed all sorts of people. Even outside of her girls, she still visited several eateries to visit the kind people. The small cat had seen some of the people she loved be hurt by the Negaverse. People who were completely innocent and not a part of the war that consumed the city. ********* home was not just a house or a building, it was the entire city. It kept her busy, but she wouldn't have had it any other way.
The gray spotted cat followed the larger cat under the flap, closing her eyes slightly as the plastic ran across her face and whiskers. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Marie. I go by *********!" With that, the manx leaned down with her front legs, offering a sort of animal version of a bow. Now that introductions were out of the way, a pair of green eyes glanced about the room to see what they were dealing with.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 9:24 pm
“ Oh, but I do! Regular social butterfly I am, or social cat leastways. I'm hopin' you won't mind me callin' on ya in the future *********, assumin' I can find ya'; you're a right nice cat.”
The shabby-chic décor of the house hinted strongly at its owner’s Louisiana origins, and cat or not, Marie looked quite at home as she moved towards the kitchen. She moved in her signature slow, steady gait until she reached the counter and encountered another obstacle: the counter itself. The pie was on top of the counter. This normally wasn’t a problem, but also Marie was normally quite a bit taller.
Not to be deterred Marie trotted over to a section of counter near the pie and, not even pausing for a second, jumped. The result looked something like this.
… Marie really needed to go to Cat Basics 101.
When Marie had finally given up clinging to the side of her counter and dropped back to the floor, she didn't look embarassed in the least. Instead she just looked at ********* and said:
" Well, da pie's up dere. You go 'head on and help yourself, I'll join ya' in a bit."
Once she figured a way up, she meant.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:25 am
The manx minded her manners, trotting along at a pace to match the larger cat's manner of walking. Once they were at the counter, ********* little nose started to act up again, sniffing quite intently at the scent of pie that might have been too weak for people to smell at this point. "Mmmm... it smells so yummy!"
And then Marie jumped.
Sort of.
The paler of the felines tilted her head as she watched the heavyset fact dangle for a moment, vainly attempting to get up, but eventually sliding back down. Not concerned with hurting such a boisterous cat's feelings, the smaller one began to giggle.
With the permission she had been given, the guardian nodded her head. "Okay!" Crouching down a bit, she then sprang up. Despite her size and shape, she was more than able to make it onto the counter. Once there, she looked down to the brown cat.
"I'd suggest if you can't make it in one leap, that you find something else that is lower to the ground to jump onto, then leaping to the counter... hopefully you have something like a chair nearby or something?"
Having shared her two cents, her green eyes found something a bit more delicious to focus on. "Pie time!" In a kittenish manner, she stalked forward, then practically pounced at the pie. Not having utensils, the manx easily just shoved her face into the pie, grabbing whatever she could with her mouth and snarfing it down.
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