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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter Four

Eva meets Victoria, Victoria Meets Aussie

“Eva, who are you talking to?”  A motherly voice said from the kitchen.

She froze.  “Uh...just my dollies, mama.”  She bundled me up further in the towel.  “I dropped princess.”

“Alright sweetie.  Don’t forget to pick them up when you’re through...your father nearly tripped over one yesterday!” the mother said, calling over all the loud noise.

“Ok mama!”  She hurried up the stairwell.  Once around the corner, she unfolded the blankets to get a better look. One eye still just barely open, I studied her. “Golly Jesus, you’re all muddy!”  She said, wrinkling her freckled nose.  “Better getcha cleaned up.”

I suppressed a growl.

In human form, baths were not so bad...they were tolerable.  In fact, I often found myself taking two showers a day just for that squeaky clean feel.  However, in feline form it wasn’t.  At all.  My fur, usually big and fluffy, weighed me down.  I disliked that sopping wet feel and it particularly irked me when I found myself sneezing from inhaling water through my nose by accident.  Altogether it just wasn’t a happy experience.

But that was precisely what the girl, Eva, had in mind.  She set me down in the tub and turned the faucet on, running her hand over it to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold, before she stuck me under it.  Instantly I had the instinct to jump out, but I clenched my teeth and waited.

After most of the dirt was out, she poured shampoo on my head (Aussie if my sense of smell served me right), and started to work at washing it out of my fur.  I stood absolutely still, being wet and miserable, and let her.  I even allowed her to wash my tail, which was something no one touched.  She didn’t try to scrub any further than the upper part of my back legs, which relieved me.  Cat or not, that was still awkward.  I gave a gentle hiss just to make sure.

“Ok, ok, got it,” she teased.  “I wouldn’t wanna make you scratchy or anything.”

Weird how this girl talks to me...I thought, like she knows I’m not just a dim animal.  Then again, she probably did that with all animals.  Sometimes humans, especially the youngest, were known for that.

After I was sufficiently shampooed and conditioned, I was rinsed off and whisked away in a soft, clean towel once more.  This time the girl set me on the counter and towel dried me until I was a big ball of fluff, which she preceded to laugh about.  “Hahaha!”  She giggled.  “You look like a big hamster!”  I rolled my eyes and meowed, edging my nose at the brush lying there.

“Oh no, not that one.  That’s momma’s brush.  And she wouldn’t be too happy with fuzzy cat hair all in it,” she giggled more, “Here, I’ve got a better one.  Stay...right here.”  She patted the spot next to where I was standing.  To show I understood, I moved there and sat down, cocking my head to the side.  Less than a second later she was back with a clean little cat brush.

“This used to belong to Smokey,” she said, “but he ran away when we moved.  So I guess it’s yours now!”  The tiny blonde smiled a cute little smile and started to brush me with it.  She carried me off to her room and set me on her bed, and then jumped on it, landing cross legged, Indian style, and making the whole bed and everything on it bounce (including me).

“You’re a whole lot nicer than Smokey was,” she said, making a face.  “And you listen lots better too.  “Hmm...What should I name you?”

My ears perked up.

“You don’t look like a Lucky, or a Trixie, or a Blackie...”

I meowed in agreement.

“What about...pumpkin!”

“What!  Pumpkin!  What do I look like to you, a big old fat vegetable?”  I cried.  Then it hit me that I just talked.  Uh oh...

“N-no, it’s just, I thought it was cute and-” Her eyes widened.  “Whoa, wait!  You just talked!

“Uh...meow?” I shrinked back.

“No, it’s okay!  Say something!  Do it again!”

I just stared.

“Please?”  She said, clenching her hands together.  “I never saw an animal talk before...”  Well, she is only seven...I thought.  Might as well go with it.

“Well, what do you want me to say?”  I said.

“Oh, I just knew it!  You can talk!  Heeheehee!”  She ran around the room making happy noises.  I was thinking Oh no, what did I just do?  I am so not prepared for this...

“So,” she said, plopping down on the bed once more.  She rested her hands on her face, facing me.  “Are you from Narnia?”

This struck me as so funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Narnia!  Of all the ridiculous...” then I stopped and thought about it.  Perfect.  “Actually, yes,” I said.  “That’s where we’re all from.”

“Who all?”  She said, her eyes as wide as an owl’s.

“Why, my family of course,” I lied.

“What’s it like?”  She was now completely engrossed in my tale.  I had to think fast to keep spinning it.

“Umm...cold,” I said.  “That’s why I’m here now.  It’s nice and warm.”

“Wow, Sophie’s not gunna believe this!”

“No!”  I cried.  “Uh...what I mean is...you can’t tell anyone.”

“Anyone?”

“Anyone,” I repeated.  “Or I’ll have to go back forever.”

“No!  Don’t do that,” she said quickly.  “I don’t want you to go, you’re my best friend.”  She reached over to pick me up and hugged me.  “Sophie doesn’t have to know anyway.”

“Now, now,” I rasped from underneath her little arms.  She loosened her grip on me a little and I dodged out of her reach momentarily.  “I won’t have to go, as long as you don’t tell anyone.”

“Cross my heart,” she said, sitting up.  She drew a little x over the right side of her chest, which was still sincere, even if it was the wrong side.

“Hope to die?”

“Hope to die.”  She smiled a dimpled little smile that was too cute for words.  I was already beginning to like the kid; she was alright for a seven year old, and smart too.

“Eva, dinner is ready!”

“Oh, that’s mamma,” she whispered.  “I gotta go.  I’ll be right back.”  She started towards the door again.  Then she stopped and turned around.  “Oh, and I’m Eva.”

“Victoria,” I said, settling down on the foot of the bed.  Eva turned and flew down the steps.  Off in the distance I heard a howl, and, exhausted, I closed my eyes.  Then I fell into sleep for the first time in what felt like centuries.


Submitted: March 14, 2012

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