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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 10:13 am
There was the distant c***k of metal from the kitchen. A distant smell of eggs and the sizzle of a skillet. Humming along, a dingy once-white cat sat on the counter with a spatula in his teeth as he looked over to the ground where a tv, placed upon a blanket where it had be dragged over, was plugged. A distraught blood was being shaken by a mocha-skinned man who was gritting his teeth.
Tail swishing about, the toaster popped. Nearby, the coffee machine beeped, a pot finished.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 10:49 am
Was it the smell of something warm cooking cook the sounds of way too many things beeping that woke her? Delilah wasn't going to question it much until she realized it was indeed not a dream.
Someone was in her kitchen.
Slipping out from under the covers, Delilah, in her red pj pants and black tank, peaked round the corner.
What she saw made her both smile and c**k and brow. A semi-fluffy white creature was staring at something on the floor as it held a spatula. If only she had her phone in hand for this image.
"Good Morning Arthur. Sleep well?" Delilah's voice was still heavy with sleep as she shuffled out from behind the door. A few feet later, she stopped, looked back where her TV was supposed to be and then at the cat. "Um, Arthur, where is the Television?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2015 1:12 pm
Turning his head to the right, he scooped up some scrambled egg on the plate, pieces flopping off to fall on the counter and floor. Most at least made it to the plate and set the spatula down before walking over and biting a piece of the toast to pull it out and set it on the plate. "Oh, I slept great. You're very comfortable. I enjoy the sound of breathing." He turned to pick up a fork in his teeth and placing a paw on the skillet handle to tilt it, stabbed some sausage and the simple set the fork on the plate with the sausages stabbed on.
He turned to eat up te fallen egg and then pawed at the dials to turn off the stove. He then jumped down toneat the other pieces of egg that fell.
"Oh!" Licking his lips, he turned to walk over and jump on the tv. "Right here. Didn't want to miss anything. Made us breakfast!" He used a paw to clean his face.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 10:12 am
Looking down at her chest, Delilah finally noticed the mass of white hair that stood out from her black tank. The questioning look on her face became a light chuckle. "That explains why I was dreaming about being warm." He wasn't that heavy. Frankly the only thing she was shaking her head about was the shedding. When was the last time that cat had been brushed!
Red eyes jerked up when she heard move movement in the kitchen. Delilah did not know if she should be surprised or scared at what she realized he was doing. First off, how in the world did I cat learn to cook? Second, she feared the cat hair in those eggs.
But she walked over anyway and gazed down at him sitting happily ontop of her TV. Looking at the pictures playing, Delilah's face went to confusion, wonder, and then a look of questioning. "Arther. Are you watching soap operas? I didn't know these were still even making new episodes!"
Reaching over him, she made sure the stove was completely turned off as well as all the other electronic devices. He was after all, a cat. "Okay, how did you do all this?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 1:44 pm
"Oh course they still have episodes! They have them every weekday for some! Are you mad?!" He said, completely offended she would even imagine a world where all soap operas ended.
"They are about lives of many people. They can't end the show unless everyone dies and that can't happen." Well, unless that plant Jacob worked out with the sinister plans of Dardin went into meltdown - but that only haooened once.
Hoping down, he sat in front of the screen, watching. "This is Memories Gone By. It's not as good as Destiny Hospital but Cerena and Marco have great chemistry."
He watched as Cerena leaned against Marco as he vowed, "The covenant won't get you, I promise."
Transfixed to watching the show, he barely glanced back up. "Oh, I made breakfast all the time before."
The credits started and Arthur moved to leap up on the counter and pawing handles to open them. "Where are the mugs?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 2:29 pm
Leaning over the counter, Delilah watched the end of the show with him. She had to admit she was rather confused but to each there own? Either way, guardian cats were full of surprises. "I'm not mad. I'm more stunned. It's been a long time since I knew anyone who watched soap operas let alone would manage to drag my TV in here on a blanket." The last part came out with a raised questioning eyebrow. That part she was not too thrilled about.
"Mugs in the cabinet closest to the fridge. Here." Stepping over the television in what was very ungraceful split, Delilah reached up and pulled out two simple white mugs. "Who did you use to cook for then? Because I have to say, a cat cooking, even a talking cat, is a bit hard to believe."
Her eyes went towards the eggs checking for fur. A glance didn't catch any...yet.
Grabbing the pot of hot coffee, she took her time filling each one. "What else can you do then? Work the stock market?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 5:47 pm
He looked at the mugs, but his tail did not move, did not swish. "I would make breakfast.........and get the paper.......then turn on the tv. Held carry things. ....turn on and off lights..." He spoke softly, reminiscing of better times with softer, older hands placed about his neck. The smell of perfumed powder and arthritis cream mingled with a morning coffee.
"...I'd remind when it was time to eat or take pills or when someone was at the door that wasn't heard at first. ......I'd watch out for those wanting to break in." He'd be there by her side, watching if she looked confused before bringing what she wanted, and stay by her side when she felt too tired to get out of bed and her knees were too sore. "I'd put on the kettle too." For when she needed to soak her feet or when she wanted a cup of tea.
"I cooked ..." He paused, looking away to jump down and walk to the tv. "...a good friend of mine." He went to the socket and unplugged the tv, then bit the blanket and started to push all his weight to tug it inch by inch out of the room. It was a very slow process, but it gave him an excuse of a full mouth and being preoccupied.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:22 pm
The cup that had been coming to her lips at first froze in mid air. It was about half way through his listing that she realized what he meant. He had been someone's world.
Her cup clicked against the counter top as she placed her hands on either side. Closing her eyes, she listened until he spoke no more. That was when she moved.
Turning around, Delilah followed the disappearing blanket and TV to the source. Bending down, she wrapped her arms around the little fluff ball and hugged him. "I'm sorry Arthur." She whispered, nuzzling against his fur. Even after his bath last night, she could still smell the dirt. How long had he been without? To have a home and then lose it...
"I'll bring the coffee and breakfast into the other room. So you can drink and watch more of the soaps."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 6:59 pm
He hadn't been expecting a reaction. Instead, he was far more focused on his own, and didnt' want to upset anyone by being upset, and so he left the room and was glad for the occupation of moving the tv.
He tried not to think about it, because he had spent a great deal thinking about it. It was all he had to think about once everything was gone. Once she was gone. But then he couldn't think about it because he had other problems: food, shelter, and the changing seasons with their challenges. These things kept him busy, but when he found a small nook or cranny to sleep for the night, when he was tired but not enough, he would think again of her.
But talking about it was another thing. He never spoke about it - because he simply had no one to speak to. He wasn't anyone's pet. Elenor's family never liked him. He was too much of an adult and if they didn't want Elenor at the time, they sure as hell didn't want her weird pet with the glasses.
So he wandered, eating where he could, and when doors were opened on back porches and hands were held out to try and lure him inside, he second-guessed himself and ran away from a new home and into the woods.
He never spoke of Elanor only to himself, or when he spoke to her quietly -simply because he never really got the chance before when she was around. She worried about her sanity and he worried about her heart.
But now, he said it, and even then he couldn't say it. Instead, he tugged at the blanket harder, feeling a sort of twisting anger at just how things were - until Delilah came and held him.
Startled at first, he jerked back, but felt hands about him, and soon went limp just out of reaction and familiarity. Then when she spoke, he knew why, and he let himself go even limper, a dead weight. A tired weight. He was cleaner now, hair fluffer than it had been for months, and most of the oil, grease, and dirt grays were gone from his white fur. The fleas were not fully gone, but most were gone with the drained bath. Physically, he felt better. Other than that, things were the same.
When she let go, he looked at the ground and then turned about. He didn't say anything to her for a moment before he gave a simple 'thanks' and went back to tugging the tv back.
After a while, he got it somewhat close to place and plugged it back in. He couldn't get it back on it's stand. It had taken a lot of juggling, pushing, and pillows to make it fall down without smashing. Lifting was out of his capabilities.
Once the tv was on and set to the right channel, Arthur went to the couch and sat down, watching as Days of Destiny started. Two black twins were fighting as a girl in a red dress pointed a gun at a small boy while the two men fought. "Oh, just in time."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:36 pm
Balancing the two mugs and plates was not her strong point. The girl had never been a waitress. So she made two trips. The first was the coffee.
The warm liquid felt good to the knot in her chest. It did not release it but as she walked the second cup towards the coffee table that it dawned on her how much of a knot he might be carrying. With the coffee served, she went back for the plates.
"So they are fighting for that girl or to save the boy?" She asked taking her place on the couch next to him. With the sausage still on the fork, she bit into that first. A little burnt on the edge but it hit the spot and made her smile.
No words came from her mouth but Delilah reached over and began to softly pet Arthur's back. It was soft, a jester she tried to make comforting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 7:50 pm
"Oh no! The boy is Horation. A evil businessman who got a hold of Britin's technology and planted his mind into her son's mind once his own was failing him after his serum backfired on him and ruined his body. Jennifer, Britin's sister, is pointing the gun, and is in love with both twins. The twins have just found out that Horation is still alive in Britin's son, Sammy."
He wiggled his rump, excited to see where this was going. The pet made him pause, but soon he relaxed again - and soon after, was purring.
The two men started fighting. "Xak loves Sammy a lot and is trying to get him away from Britin who is falling in love with Praten, Horation's rival. Xak's brother Quik knows who Sammy is and wants to kill him for making the serum that killed their dad."
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:24 pm
"Arthur, I need a chart to follow that." Delilah admitted as she blinked towards the screen. He was so happy watching it that she hated admitting her complete confusion. Still, she leaned back on the couch and cocked a brow. "Or to accept that my double life is no where near as crazy as their daily. So the twins are Xak and Quik?"
Okay, she was trying. It would be like someone jumping into their world now.
After a moment, she realized, she was kinda getting into it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 8:43 pm
He readjusted to look at her. "Yes, they are twins. They don't know but they were genetically modified by Britin in the lab by their mom but - that's another arch. Okay?
So there is Xak and Quik. Their dad died from a serum Horation paid money to make as part of his business empire on the side away from the government's eyes in this town. Horation's mind is now in Sammy's body, wh is Britin's son.
Okay? So Jennifer, Britin's sister, the one wtih the gun, loves both twins, but it was like she lkes them for being different people. She is trying to keep everyone calmed down but the brothers just found out she isn't sure who she wants so they are angry. But right now Quirk, one of the twins, wants to kill Sammy and Jennifer can't let him but also can't let Horation escape so she is pointing the gun. She wants to get Sammy's mind back. Got it?" He said, hoping he explained this all correctly to her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 2:23 pm
Blinking quickly a few times, Delilah was mentally following the story. "I think so. At least enough to know that the woman with the gun is very confused when it comes to her love life and over all, the little boy needs to survive."
Delilah was answering as she shook her head. Nope, she didn't get it. At least she got that the twins where twins.
"And I though trying to understand the moon language was hard." Sighing as she fell back into the cushions of the couch, Delilah just watched. "At least there I got the idea of who the Queen was."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 5:43 pm
He paused, finally tearing his eyes off the screen briefly to glance at her. "Moon Language?" He said, confused.
His eyes still flickered to the screen, but stayed mainly on her most of the time.
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